best friend.
When I woke up, I didn't remember it for a few seconds. I long for that moment now.
We all die some day, and maybe it was your time to go. But it is so sudden. Why now?
You were preparing for my birthday present and a letter. That was the last things you said to me. And then, you're gone. I wouldn't be receiving the letter that you were writing to me...?
I had already prepared for your birthday in February. I was going to write a long, long letter for you. It is just so hard to accept there wouldn't be you in your room receiving my air mail. It was one of my greatest pleasures to picture your delighted face at the things I send. Just recently, I was looking at my stamp collection and took days deciding which stamps I will put on the envelope for you. It was my joy to search for things to send you. You liked strawberry flavoured Pocky. I just can't imagine I wouldn't be looking for your gifts anymore.
I was absolutely sure we would all gather in Liverpool someday in the future. I don't know how often I daydreamed about it. I was planning to bring lots of Pocky boxes and other Japanese goods. I really wanted to see you enjoying them.
I've exhausted myself by crying and keeping myself from crying in public. I don't understand why I have to cry alone far away in the East, I don't even get to attend your funeral. I never even got to hug you. I am so angry, I don't want to give up dreaming about that future.
I am grateful to you for being there for me all these years. You don't know how much you meant to me. I met you during my chemotherapy year. You made that year one of my happiest times. You don't know how excited I had been to receive your e-mail and air mail.
Laura, I am proud of you. When so many lives are lost in suicide, murder, and war, you were fighting, living your life to the fullest despite your disease. I am proud I was your best friend. I am not worried about you; you know what to do, you can go wherever you want to be reborn. I am not worried; when you reincarnate, I know you would come back to us. And I believe it's been like this for a long, long time of our existence on Earth. I want to accept it, that this is the time your soul chose to go. You may, because you deserve a lot more. I love you a lot, and I wish I said it a million more times before you went.
We all die some day, and maybe it was your time to go. But it is so sudden. Why now?
You were preparing for my birthday present and a letter. That was the last things you said to me. And then, you're gone. I wouldn't be receiving the letter that you were writing to me...?
I had already prepared for your birthday in February. I was going to write a long, long letter for you. It is just so hard to accept there wouldn't be you in your room receiving my air mail. It was one of my greatest pleasures to picture your delighted face at the things I send. Just recently, I was looking at my stamp collection and took days deciding which stamps I will put on the envelope for you. It was my joy to search for things to send you. You liked strawberry flavoured Pocky. I just can't imagine I wouldn't be looking for your gifts anymore.
I was absolutely sure we would all gather in Liverpool someday in the future. I don't know how often I daydreamed about it. I was planning to bring lots of Pocky boxes and other Japanese goods. I really wanted to see you enjoying them.
I've exhausted myself by crying and keeping myself from crying in public. I don't understand why I have to cry alone far away in the East, I don't even get to attend your funeral. I never even got to hug you. I am so angry, I don't want to give up dreaming about that future.
I am grateful to you for being there for me all these years. You don't know how much you meant to me. I met you during my chemotherapy year. You made that year one of my happiest times. You don't know how excited I had been to receive your e-mail and air mail.
Laura, I am proud of you. When so many lives are lost in suicide, murder, and war, you were fighting, living your life to the fullest despite your disease. I am proud I was your best friend. I am not worried about you; you know what to do, you can go wherever you want to be reborn. I am not worried; when you reincarnate, I know you would come back to us. And I believe it's been like this for a long, long time of our existence on Earth. I want to accept it, that this is the time your soul chose to go. You may, because you deserve a lot more. I love you a lot, and I wish I said it a million more times before you went.