Life is so ironic.
We wouldn't appreciate things unless it's too late, we taken for granted the people we love and the people love us. They won't be important unless they're gone literally or mentally.
Small things or big and bad or good, we should learn to appreciate things from a stranger or not, because it teaches us what lies beneath the things we didn't discover.
It was raining and as what he said I
brought an umbrella because he won't be here anymore to shelter me. I walked through the yard while looking for his name.
I smiled as I finally found his name engrave in front of me, I put the white rose beside him and clean some dried leaves around him.
I can't hide the fact that in a long period of time, I've been so dependent on him. His always been there to the rescue. He always knew what I want and need. He always extend his hand to help me.
Now I've been longing for his presence, in just a long period of time I've invested so much in him. How am I supposed to get over you? I wish your happy and peaceful.
"Odd, isn't it? We knew each other without a proper introduction..."
"Hi, I'm Claire. How are you... Allen?"
I touched his name with smile of love in my face.
"I miss you."
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