Have always been in denial, but I know I will miss you. Miss you, for listening to me. Miss you, for putting up with my nonsense. Miss you, for taking all my PMS. And miss you, for letting me tell you everything.
I know that you will be away for awhile. I can’t help but to think that a part of me is missing. My bestfriend. And to come this far, after all these years. I can’t seem to visualise myself being alone in Singapore, with no one to turn to honestly.
I am afraid to be alone.
Missing you my dear bestfriend.