No one reads.

I was on the bus a few days ago.
And I thought of stuff.
Lots and lots of stuff.
About school, class, classmates, friends, him.

Mainly him, I admit.
I don't know, I was just thinking about all those times the four of us shared.
Times that I cherish so much, knowing things won't be the same again.
Times that I endured and hide, knowing everything ended.
Times that made me laugh so hard, smile so happily.
Times that made me think so much, getting depressed over.
Everything, every moment.
And now, it's all gone.
Not knowing if we'll be able to spend times like that together again.
Not knowing if the four of us will hang out together again.
I don't want it to end.
'Though it already kinda did in Secondary Four.
I had always wanted the four of us to sit at that special corner and just joke and laugh, make fun and tease each other.
But that day never came.

Yeahh, shall stop with saddening stuff.
On the bus, when I thought of those times, I started remembering why I like him.
All those reasons.
All those actions.
All those times.
There're a lot of reasons.
'Silly-but-means-alot-to-me' reasons.
Ey, I think I'mma stop here.
I don't know what to write suddenly. Wtf.




I like him because he gave me the black pen when I said I wanna use black instead of blue.