The way we used to be...

Every time I see or hear things, I remember some of my friends who made me happy for the time being. But like any other things in the Earth, our liking for each other changed. Some blooms, and some just fades like the ghost Casper.

Some of the songs I have in my playlist reminded me of them, singing happily in the morning sun. We laughed at our voices being squeaky as the high notes hit our cracking tones. What a tune…calming yet there are things I just have to let go…

I became distant to those people who shielded their selves first. And as far as I can remember, I was never cold to anyone (except when I’m mad or disliked someone). I you’re my friend and you decided to close the bridge that connects us, all I can do is accept it. But if you changed your mind, I will once again open my ears to your stories…

Sad as it may seem, some of the friends I have in the past didn’t make it in my present life. And some are starting to slip away. I hope they’re okay.