|a flower grass - surrounded by her friend.. *smile*|
Let me scratch something, and I'll let you decide whether it's worthy to be published.. *wink
So I vaguely remember, how she was screaming saying that she missed me. How she was dialing my number repeatedly, forgetting that I was no longer in the country, no longer hold the number.
I forced a smile in my face. Some people say that people could picture our expression during a call, even if they cannot see our face..
I pretended to be strong, although I know I'll be the last person to cry, remembering our friendship, realizing that she has a new life. A life without me. A live in which I am the forgotten. While I'm struggling with my life, have no one to back me up.
It was a blessing that not long after I realized that Allah is always stand by my side.. And naturally, I found out that the existence of Allah itself could replace some empty places from some absent friends..
But still, at times I remember her.. Her tone was not as warm as 'usual'. But I'm still cherish our memory.. Keep her in my praying.. Reciting the best words for her..
It's just.. All of the sudden I remember her, and I want to write about her..
In the end, I'm feeling loved.. Here and there..
Let's wish the best for her, and for everyone in universe *big smile
Alhamdulillaah, wa syukurillaah, wa laa ilaa ha illallaah, Allaahu Akbar. La hawla wa laa quwwata illaa billaah