This day,

I lost her

No good byes said, I promised to see her again and be real good friends.

I hope heaven is warm and sound enough for her. I hope she awaits me there. I promise, we'll be best friends there, but I wonder will the 11 year girl recognize her playmate that grew up with her grief. I wonder if we'll be friends again like the last time we did.

I thought grief would ease over time. But I do only wish to be your playmate again. I wish to see your face again and Oh.. To be thrown in the grass together, ruining the socks breaking all twigs.

Wish I told your mom I was waiting for you, wish she could convet that I was missing you very much.

And regret that I didn't come to see you in the end. But dear, its never been an end. We'll meet, in the eternity, for that I remind you that I'll always love you.