yes when i was 4 i had 2 mga kaibigan one of them moved and the other didn't we just 4got where she lived cause my mom stopped babysitting her and i had an 18 taon old friend my mom used to babysit when she was like 16 but when she turned 18 she got married and died cause she was sick D:
1. My best friend. She was my best friend in the entire universe, ever sine preschool. until 6th grade, her family got caught, because her family did not have a passport , and had to ilipat to Mexico.....
2. My grandpa He died in the buwan of July... in the taon 2010. He loved me so much, and I loved him also... I was his paborito person in the world..... but the saddest thing... is that he died in my house.....
Yes, yes. My uncle has died because of a car crash in Canada. Leaving behind his wife and 4 kids. :( i miss him dearly and i was really close to them. We lived in the same house for two years. I swear, my cousins couldnt talk at all for a couple of weeks. The youngest was 8 taon old girl at the time, a 12 taon old boy, a 16 taon old girl, and the eldest being a 17 taon ols boy. Until we came to canada to comfort them they were really sad. There faces lit up when they saw my siblings and got really happy and could talk. They were all really good at hiding emotions now its one taon later and they came here to america for the summer, meaning they are all a taon older. It was as if nothing happened, but i am really happy that they are normal and happy now :)
I miss the funny boy who taught me to love, but never returned it. He moved before I could tell him what he really meant to me, and is now the school player. It's true that first loves never end.
I miss the sweet girl who taught me what mga kaibigan really are, the girl who helped me through everything I went through even though I was a complete weirdo. We had a falling out, and although we have an occasional chit chat, we will never be like we were.
I miss the people of my dreams, the ones that leave me when I wake up, who don't exist anywhere but my mind. They are my friends, my colleagues, the people who give me the strength to find my own ideas. I wish they could walk beside me.
I miss the deceitful man who taught me what strength is. He won me over with words of love, and broke me when he stabbed me with knives of hate. He moved to California and left me behind with a false hope. He ripped my life to shreds and is the demon of my existence, but he made me a stronger person. I wish I could have helped him revive himself from the twisted person he's become.
I miss the insane duo that taught me true commitment. They were mga kaibigan who had known each other all their lives, and obviously shared a pag-ibig for one another. They gave each other hell and pestered one another to no end. But they'd kill anyone who hurt the other one. Literally. The araw I sinabi farewell to them was a hard one. They're together now, though, and as I have come to understand, they're a match made in heaven.
But most of all I miss the perfect boy that was out of my league, the one who taught me that money can't buy happiness, and taught me that anything is possible. He was the strongest, most intelligent person I have ever had the privilege of knowing, who loved me like there was no other pag-ibig in the universe, like there weren't any wealthy girls who would be madami than happy to have him. I miss the boy who kissed me in front of his disapproving mother, even though it meant a beating later. He took each blow with grace and even happiness, because there was no pain that his mother could give him that could compare to the pag-ibig he felt for me. Looking back on it now, he is the person that I miss the most, the person that made me the happiest, the pag-ibig of my life. I never should have hurt him, I never should have made him feel segundo to a fictional character that I wouldn't have traded for him if I could. Making him feel that when all he did was pag-ibig me was the worst thing I have ever done. I will never stop missing the perfect, broken boy that would have traded a a life of wealth for a life with me. He taught me what pag-ibig really is, he tried to tell me what I really meant to me, how I had saved him. I wish I had listened while I had the chance. I understand his feelings now, I now know what I mean to him. But it's too late. I wish I had never let him go.
does some1 u haven't met count cuz i miss my friend on here who doesn't get on much anymore...*sigh* i drew this 4 her...a while bak she asked 4 a tattoo disensyo that's different from everything else....so i drew this from my heart...and partly from hers....but that's a long story...