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EmzLovesCheryl said:
I'd regret not being there when it happened, so I could save her. I would whisper her name a thousand times to make her come back. Obviously, it can't work, but I'd do anything to try.
I'd cry for weeks and collect every single memory we spent together. I'd e-mail her as always and picture the responses. They wouldn't come of course, but I can imagine, and it helps to feel like she's listening.
I'd make sure I always wore the friendship bracelet I still have that she made me long ago. I would refuse to ever take it off, no matter who asked me, or where I went.
I'd buy white lilies, her favourite, and tie them to a post. I'd also buy kulay-rosas roses, my favourite, and tie them with them, so they can be attatched. The symbol of me and her.
I'd write her name in the margain of every piece of work I did at school, framed with hearts and stars. I'd visit her Sunday church and pray that she was ligtas and well. She always believed in heaven, she attended church and she read the bible. She was clever. I'd visit there for her, to be close to her.
I'd talk to her, I know I would. Before I went to sleep I'd look up at the ceiling and picture her flying above me. Golden hair floating above her like a halo, and there on tuktok would be a real golden halo, along with sparkly wings and dainty twinkling shoes.
It may be impossible to predict what you'd do in a situation like this, maybe this is just all a guess, on what I'd like to think I'd do. And you know, I probably would, but how can you tell? It's such a tragic thought. I do know one thing though, I'd be there for her, wherever she was. I'd never forget her for a single moment, and I'd pag-ibig her just as much as I did when she was alive.
I pag-ibig my best friend. <3
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