The Old Times


I miss the old times when we talked like there is no any problem to worry…
I miss the old times when we shared the stories of our each lifes, and learnt…
I miss the old times when we acted as friends, cause we did make friends…
I miss the old times when i had a friend like you, who i adored, who was the role model of hard work, who inspired me a lot…

And then, im sorry.. for the principle i have… for the fear i kept.. for my ego…
Im sorry, for not concerning your feeling and thinking…
Im sorry, for not being able to be a good friend of yours…

As now, the only thing i can do is just watching you from far away…
And respect every decision you make…
And honor you as my friend, though you are not seeing me as the same friend like before..

You never want to have any greeting…
You never talk… or chat…
You had your own story…. which i respect…

You might think i never want to say hello…
That i am somebody else right now…
But you’re wrong, my friend…

You might surprise…
But yes, I miss the old times….
And i pray, one day, you want to talk to me, just like the old times…

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