and reading your entries makes me feel so uplifted. you always make something good out of everything that seemed to make my earth quake and lips quiver.
if i could be like you, if i could run to you everytime i cried...
and yet you come to me, exhausted, and you tell me you need me.
if i had you here, my friend... if we could whine to each other like we used to.
if we could raid the toilets and obssess over bad hair days.
if we could complain about the horrible teachers.
and jogging sessions.
if we could cry in class over something you or i said because it made the walls fall apart in that one profound moment.
if we could talk in school the way we do at the backyard.
if we could shop at j8 daily and munch sticky banana crackers, just watching the crowds shuffle by.
if i could have you by my side, and run to you and cry and feel the assuring warmth and strength you possess.
if it could be perfect.
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