I remember our first picture, our first movie, our first hug, our first kiss. I remember everything we did together. camps, stayovers, cuddling each other to sleep, exchanging of letters when we're overseas, confession moment, going over to th East and you coming over to th West... I remember you creating Twitter to "stalk" me, haha. then you secretly created Tumblr and followed me but I didn't know about it till I went to check my followers list and scrolled through your Tumblr to find your first post was a picture of yourself.
recently, most of my Tumblr typography reblogs are about you. it shows how much I want you back, how much I need you, how much I regret, how much I like you still. I know saying this now won't change anything but I still hope a little bit of you inside still likes me like how you did back in Year 1. that little bit means a lot to me 'cos then I'll know that you still hope that I'll change to how I was before, when I was happier. I haven't been crying for th past month but after I'm back from Malaysia, I broke down again. I missed how there weren't letters waiting to be read by me, I missed how there weren't mushy texts about how much you've missed me when I was gone. at least I'm grateful for th fact that you told me to jiayou and goodluck for my matches, when deep down inside, I wanted you to tell me to take care and be safe. I miss calling you 'babu' when it was an accidental typo from 'baby' and you started calling me 'babu' back. I miss how you weren't th mushy sort but you became super duper uber sweet to me, calling me 'babe' and 'baby', giving me hugs when I'm sad or feeling sick, random tickles, kisses on th forehead, how you go to my Tumblr, view all my reblogs and call me stuffs from them (even though you constantly deny that you visit my Tumblr), me jumping on your back and you carrying me all th same without complaining how heavy I was, offering me piggybacks when I have muscle aches (though I rejected 'cos I'm fat even though we're around th same weight - more muscles for you and more fats for me), getting food for me when I don't want to go down, taking pictures with me because you want to and smiling in them even though you ABSOLUTELY hate taking pictures and smiling. I miss th small little things you do that makes me happy in an instant. I'm thankful for you for my change last semester by always making sure I study and do well in my DGs and UTs, teaching me basics of handball 'cos I didn't go for th clinic at ITE CE, but now I'm back to who I am before without you. I can go on and on and on about us and about how much I miss you but I better stop before I can't handle my emotions, not like it's not bad enough now.