Quote:

A friend is like a mirror, it reflects who you are.

This quote, as clearly stated above shows that a friend reflects who you are. If you have good friends, you too, are good. If, somehow, you have a bad friend, then it shows that you have a foul personality.

It's 4.00 am and I decided to write a LOVE LETTER. Yesyes, what an eyesore I know.

So here it goes.

Dearest whoever.

I love you.

Signed by:
Amira


Okay, okay I'll be serious.


Assalamualaikum.
 It's been so long since we've had a decent conversation, face to face. I've forgotten your face, your height, your sweet sweet smile, your everything. I miss them. You text often and at times you find time to call, but without you here, everything becomes a blur. Your voice, full with concern calling my name makes my heart thump. I often try to imagine you when we talk on the phone but my memories of you as an adult are too little. We were just getting closer to each other but once again, fate has separated us. You, being the good Muslim you are, taught me many things. I'm glad we could become what we've become even when separated.

 The first time I fell for you, was when I was in primary school. My sister and cousin noted that you were cute. I beg to differ. I found your new haircut absolutely weird but being the dependent girl I am, I forced myself to like you. In the end, my feelings towards you grew unconditionally. You weren't as cute in their eyes anymore but you became cuter to me. Your love towards kids made me love kids, your love towards anime made me continue watching them, your love towards your family members made me want to become close to mine. You were a good person and I've always looked up to you.

 At night, you'd text me goodnight. At first, you didn't want to disturb me so you'd wait for me to text you. But, you are one great guy. You managed to understand me and wish me goodnight when I did not initiate to text you. I look forward to your texts. Unlike others, you manage to make me feel at ease. My opinions, my arguments, my childlike reactions, you take them in calmly and considered my feelings properly even when I didn't consider yours. I'm sorry for being mean to you. I'm sorry for not considering your feelings. I'm sorry for ditching you at night. I'm sorry for various things and I'm sorry for thinking this : I know you'll forgive me.

 We've known each other ever since primary school but we only began talking in high school. I was shocked to find out that you liked All American Rejects and you were shocked to find out that I've been to your house when we were 7. How mean of you I thought. We also played "Dam" together when we were 11, but that too you seem to have forgotten. I found that funny. You were also very popular. You'd tell me about all your relationships and I'd think, how wonderful. I wish it was me. You, radiantly shining like a star, always made me feel small beside you. When you left, a piece of me died and I was never the same without you near.

The years have gone by and we are no longer children. My feelings for you blossomed, from admiration, to crush, to like, and finally to love. This is my love letter to you. I'm accepting you, all of you, as you have accepted me. I feel this pain as my feelings have to be bottled up but I know, you are not ready to engage yourself with a relationship. Even so, I still wrote this and I know, I'm being selfish but you have accepted this selfish me. I'm sorry for being this mean. I love you.

Dearly beloved, are you listening?

 Its been 6 very long and exhausting days since I've been away from home. I miss my family, my friends, my adorable cats and kittens and  there's a slight chance I might actually miss my teachers(?). Impossible, I know. That's why, i think for the most part, I'm simply running away from reality. It hit me hard when I found myself sharing a dorm with a complete stranger and having to tolerate sharing bathrooms with other people when I've been carefully sitting on double layered toilet rolls whenever I go to public toilets my whole life. Preferably I would go to the squating type of toilet bowls but in some places which only provides the seat type, (hotels and whatnot) that was the case. Call me a freak, but I don't like sharing germs. I would blow up at the sight of seeing my sisters use my towel to wipe their head or even when they'd use my praying veil.

 It's also been hard with my daily routine and meals. I probably know this long ago and maybe it slipped my mind when I came here, but I found myself hating to have a meal alone. Which brought me to starve myself, not to the point of death but I could almost faint from the hunger. I kept going of course, since there was a lecture/lab/tutorial. It's never ending and the roads seem to confuse me. I've been lost countless times and have made many casual acquaintances with the students here, local and international. There's a high chance the first thought they had was "what a bimbo" with the exception that I'm no blonde. Overall, I'm still scared to do much right now. I'm also scared of annoying others by asking for help since all my notes, lab manual and whatnot is still incomplete but what else was I to do? I'm sorry and I thank deeply from the bottom of my heart to those I have disturbed and to those who've helped me either find my way or just simply talking to me.

 "EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING"
 The phase suits best in this situation. My silver lining lies on those around my old life. I find texting to most of my friends relieving and it helps me calm down. I feel at home when they encourage me to go forth, stop my worries and cries and become a coffee :) Thank you so much. Especially to you who listened to my whining and crying when I've been treating you badly all these years. True friend, you really are.
Staying here has also made me brave. I have been dreading to call a certain someone and finally I did. I shook with tears as she replied positively to my text. I'm glad we can continue to become what we used to be.