S.O.L #26 It Feels Like Yesturday

Everything looks like yesturday. The day when you came up to me, helping me through Balboa Academy. The day when you would sit next to me in wolf room, both sharing our days with worries and news. I drop my hard bag on the dirty rug. The normal place where you sit, gets my attention, looks empty as ever just like it was in my heart when you told me you had to leave.

Ashini, are you in Denmark meeting new friends? Is your life over the rainbow singing songs? Or is your life under the sea, surrounded my darkness, unknown faces, problems you got to face all your self? Im here, waiting for you to come, but time never goes back does it? You're laughter, your voice, which always cheered me up, and always made me feel stronger, is no more there... The bellrings, but yet you're still not here. The day you would always be walking next to me, the day you would always tell me your problems while we walk up the stairs, isnt there anymore. New friends replace your spot, and you...Well to them you might be a hidden treasure. But I've found it. The treasure, the present God had sent me. You, the treasure, the gold, is part of my life, filled with precious memories that hasnt yet excaped from our heart.

Lunch time comes, but yet you're not there. Ashini, are you in your new school, with marvolous friends doing the same thing you've done to me? All those sharing, all those jokes? Or are you sitting there in the cold seat, staring at your friends, thinking they're nothing but back stabers?

You-- Who was my sheild--protected me all this time. You, the only friend I had, still keep in touch by emails.

School ends, but yet you're still not there. Is the future still telling me you're never going to come back? Is my friends telling me to that you got to get over with it? Is the wind whispering in my ear that you are miles seperated from me? Your laughter, your smile, your jokes, its still not here Ashini. Are you really gone forever?

The sky is blue like I saw in Sweden when I went to the park, a fine day to play. I come home from school, Mom hands me an envelope. No envelope ever comes to me, never since I was little. I open it, and just share and share at the red card. A card from Ashini? I brush through the words you wrote, tears just running down my cheeks like a fountain not locked tightly, waiting for you Ashini, to come lock it. Ashini--my best friend, who promise me that we would always be friend no matter how old we get--is in Denmark, but yet our bound that is so tight and impossible to cut, is still there, waiting for some day, maybe when we are old, to find each other.