Its 8 o'clock in the evening, im cramming gifts I made for my friends.
Each special to me no matter how much I spend.
They make me happy, even so when I see them smile.
Even if it takes me a while.
I would love to see them smile.
I would go the extra mile.
The rustling of paper, tape ripping from left to right.
Adding one last touch, a letter for me to write.
"Dear Friends I goving you this gift for which it symbolise my great pleasure.
I want you to be happy, to have fun much in allure.
Nagmamahal Matthew."
Gathering myself, relieving it of its position, stepping of some crunchy flowers, just a few.
Waiting for the sun to rise, anxious for their smiles.
Wanting for more, cherishing each moment we had.
From coffee dates to strolling around the mall, gossiping around the cafeteria, laughing with a sigh.
All the memories we had, the memories i cherished.
The rooster sounded the alarm, Straight to the showers I went.
Reaching the shampoo and conditioner. Lathering my body with soap, reaching for the dipper.
I waited outside for the ride seeing the heat vent.
I arrived at school seeing how it went, I greeted everyone especially my friends, I can't wait to give them my gifts but I told them not to open until dawn.
The school ended so was the day I had with my friends.
It strikes dawn, my friends don't know I'm gone, I left them with memories important for one, my phone, my painting, what I wrote, our pictures, I each parted it with them saying goodbye to every letter, till the end i saw them smile, it really is worth the while, I hang.
