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.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
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.
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.
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