theseasonhaschanged

who would have known the last of february, the last of you we’d seen or hear.

Exactly on this date, the last time i spoke to you was the last i’d seen or hear from you. How can a year past by so fast, and youre not even here. Every single day i had to pass by that same route where fate awaits you. It hurts, everytime even after so long. Would you be glad to know that i’m finally working like for real,have finally met up with the ol buddies afters years, making friend with someone whom i can share almost anything with, snipped my long hair in a snap, and has not been brutalizing myself for a good while now? How would you know, youre not even here. I’m sorry, it’s just hard to let go. A good friend. A very good friend.:’( I miss you dotz