My Life: July 2011

Are you really gone?

As my day draws out, I find myself thinking about you.

I miss you, my brother. And I wish you were by my side.

You are like a real brother to me and I hate not having you here.

Never being able to see you or talk to you would be my greatest fear.

I regret for what I did to you and I'm sorry, brother.

Brother, will we able to laugh again?

We had so much fun together but thinking of it now makes me sad.

Do you think that I will ever get a chance to prove myself that I'll change and be your good brother again?

You probably think that I'm a bad person and I wish that wasn't true.

I wish that you will understand how much I care about this friendship.

I wish things were different and not being able to talk to you doesn't seem fair.

I miss our silly jokes, I miss our bond of trust.

I hate not being able to talk to you and I don't want to have to adjust my life.

I wish I had the opportunity to sit and talk with you about our problems.

I'm not a bad person.

It's heartbroken to think about our broken friendship everyday.

You are a great brother and I have so much respect for you.

I wish we can still laugh and joke like we used to be.

I hope we will always be best friends & brothers.

Quote of The Day: The disappointment of losing a best friend is huge.

~Myself~