Everything happened to fast. Feels like just yesterday we were all running around the yard as little kids, laughing to our hearts content without caring about the world or anything inside it. Feels like just yesterday playing inside with the sand or indulging ourselves with the dirty mud didn’t matter to us. Feels like just a few seconds ago we bid goodbye to each other as the sun sets and promised to come back and play again tomorrow. Feels so surreal when I finally noticed that things are no longer the same.

Our friendship started to become old. While trying to hold each other’s hand like how we did yesterday, we realized our grasps were loosening. At the end, we both lets go of each other. It’s like our childhood never happened. I really missed the laughter we shared together in the old days. If there’s really something that never changed, I wonder what would it be?

Our tales tangled in a kind of story that no one but us will ever understand. We used to be so fond of each other, but as we grew up, we become more and more twisted. Words used to be a play for us. But now, littlest arguments drive us further with each other. We stupidly let a small matter broke our friendship. We have known each other for so long, but now we’re like strangers. This abrupt change is like a counterpunch for me. Feel like someone slapped me hard across the face… literally.

We now walked in own path. Someday, somewhere, our path may cross. I believe we will meet again. Even if the chances are slim, I will never stop praying that someday it will happen. Even if we could no more be like what we used to be, it’s okay.