And it all begins...

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Hi I'm Farah Afiqah. It does not really matter how you choose to pronounce it. I'm 19.
Speak, think and live easy. Indecisive and gullible but I don't need anyone to make choices for me. What really matters is what I do with what I have. At times, I love to hear things that makes no sense at all. Its stress-free. Treat me right and I'll learn how to clique with you.
This is my blog, my say. Everything I express here, is purely from the bottom of my heart. Have fun reading! xoxo

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Lost.

You mean a very great deal to me.

Feel as though a part of me has been taken far, far away...

Forgive me for being so sentimental but its these types of things that I don't bear to watch.

Maybe its because everything around us have been so complicated.

Matters that mind, don't really matter anymore.

Perhaps I'm just not used to this mental change.

But Nelly, I've got to admit I really miss you.

Every moment, every day.

Truthfully, there is not a day that I missed checking out your facebook, twitter and instagram for all your updates.
I feel that its the only way I can somehow connect to you and know how you were doing. Somehow feel closer and relieved to know that you are well and safe.

I won't restrict you from the circle of friends.

Nor will I be overprotective with whom you are frequently hanging out with.

I'm actually glad that at least you have company to fill your days with laughter and fun.

Have to confess though, I get a little jealous. But its not your fault.

I'm just so sorry I can't be there. I'm sorry that we distant ourselves for no reason.

I just...want to apologize if somehow in a way or two, I've hurt you.

You were the girl in leg warmers during Secondary 1 and I remembered vividly
how we became friends, started hanging out and even got into trouble together.

Through the tough times, we stayed close. Never letting go of this friendship.

Remember the time when you were still with Hairul and I think we had some sort of a
tiff then Nasri surprised me by bringing you over to my place and I hugged you till I literally teared?!?
Ya, that's what think will happen when I see you, haha.

Miss pinching your cheeks.

Miss hearing you say "nenek".

Miss your sentiasa malas perangai.

Miss having long chats with you.

Miss hearing your laughter.

Miss, miss, miss everything.

Babe.

I just want the best for you.

No matter what, I won't forget who you are to me.

Never has it crossed my mind to replace my sugarbabe with anyone else.

I just hope that we'll stay the same through thick and thin.

See you soon. I don't really know when but...

Promise me, behave xoxo