lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in a river at dawn.
so this few nights, i keep dreaming of nashrul. that he's back with us in school. that he was in the field playing soccer like how he did every recess. and how we would say hi and laugh and joke around. how he would sparz over selena gomez. and i would suddenly wake up.
i still cant believe it. chh, im actually mad at myself. i sound like he's dead, he's living fine k. i know where he lives, i know where he is, but i've no idea why im not going over to see him. its been, a month or two i guess.
i've intended to see him so many times. but the thought about what i was supposed to say, what i was supposed to do, the way i have to act to cheer him up.. its tormenting.
i miss nashrul :/ my supposedly best friend in secondary one and two..
