I always think that I am the one who will never forget my old friends. The one who will be not able to see old friends going too far. The one who will try to keep communicating with old friends although we're separated miles away. And I'm sure that's true.
I was at somewhere which seems like a school. There's so many friends there. We played, giggled, made jokes, etc. Then someone who then I recognize as my old friend (probably the one and only old friend among unknown new friends) did something (that I forgot) that pleased us. We were happy indeed. It's like an unpredictable free class. After a while, he toke our attention. He made a speech and told us about his departure to somewhere. Then I cried. I toke my bag and left. I didn't listen his rest of the speech. When he told about his departure, it was enough for me, no need to listen him anymore.
I went to parking area and he suddenly was there. He smiled and put a pin on my t-shirt. I asked him a rhetorical and sarcasm question, "So you don't forget me?". He smiled and said, "No, of course!" My last night dream was beautiful. Today, I found myself woke up with tears.
The things I try to tell (since I've deleted a good paragraph that is nicely out of topic) :
1. I love my friends.
2. I would be glad to get back my childhood and spend some times with them.
3. (That's because ... ) Times get so hard and have changed myself to be a shy person. I'm no longer easy-to-be-chat-friend-person now.
4. I love my friends.
