It was on the 18th.
Happy Sweet Sixteen!
Our expert drummer.
Our constant shepherd. (:
Our put-in-one-ringgit robot!
Our math genius-in-training.
Our teammate.
Our AMAZING friend.
OUR. MEMORIES. Priceless.
We loveeeee him.
God bless!
Sometimes, no matter how much faith we have, we lose people. But you never forget them. And sometimes, it's those memories that give us the faith to go on...
It was on the 18th.
But the feeling stays on.
Sometimes I wake up wondering is this all just a beautiful dream, that everything I had, was just a beautiful imagination - MY beautiful imagination. It is like, when I wake up, and I am alone again. I want to see you guys every single day, to fill this strange void in me. Words simply can't describe my longing to laugh like loco with all of you, simply wanting to hold each of you in my gaze, to give all of you a big warm hug. Truly, wholly, fully, I miss all those times together; more than that, I miss you crazy frats. This, seems so surreal, just reminiscing about all of us simply melts my heart, and the tears start forming in my eyes. Somehow, you guys have a special place in my heart, and I miss you terribly. Irreplaceable, beautiful, special; YOU.
With every beat of heart, I love you all.
Always & forever.
Shit happens.
And I mean, a lotta SHIT.