Whenever I would look at my past, I always end up looking at you.

You have always been special for me since Grade 5. I was really this little torpedo back then. I wrote you a letter, and in return, I received a letter of rage from your best friend, stating that I should stay away from you, all in red ink.

It was years ago and look at us now. We are friends and that is something, isn’t it? I think that the most valuable relationship is friendship because it can take shape in practically any kind. I am happy with that. Besides, we have our lives to live now. We have these lives that we have to unfortunately tread apart.

I don’t wanna go ahead and dictate things to the future. I am open for possibilities even if you’re not. People can be waiting for both of us soon in our different paths to take. You are leaving and so am I. So I don’t know. All I am saying is, I did enjoy our little moment. I think I have one small day to look forward next year.


Let me end the bad mood with some photospam. After this, I’m mad no more. This set is during our outreach, which explains the messy hair, the perspiration, and the extreme haggardness. :D