His sensitivity
His white and smooth skin
and he is my dear bestfriend
his curly hair and sweet smile
makes me sad that i lost him
for his happiness
for his future
i am not asking you
to return
just remember us
when we go to the church
on New Year Eve
when you feel sad
i also feel the same way too
i am sorry for not listening
to you carefully
because when you are here
my life has been so amaizing
only saw your eyes and smile
we almost look like the twin
i feel what you feel
when you were angry
i can not see your eyes
i kiss your nose
to make you calm
i texted you just
before the plan crash
hh... another connectivity
bonding between us
so long my friend
be happy always
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