The last time I crying about my last moments with my best friend. Wawa are painful, even though we still talk. I remember spending the night at her house before I left. I still feel the pain of holding back tears because we both swore not to cry. We knew we would see each other again. Saying good bye would solidify the fact that I was moving away even I still crying . I still don’t know how I had the power to just walk away, knowing that I wouldn’t see her. She was the person who stood by me through my darkest hour, and now she wasn’t going to be there for me in my new dark hours that lied ahead.
After leaving my school at Sekolah Menengah Teknik Muadzam Shah, Rompin Pahang was one of the easier things to do, in comparison to leaving wawa but it doesn’t mean it was an easy task to do. I cried three, almost four, times on the last day of school. Walking away from wawa felt like my stomach was being ripped into pieces. I never felt so connected to a whole group of people. These crazy people were a hodge-podge of people, all of the miss-fits, everybody who didn’t fit in. But we were a team.
The weeks that lead up to my move are hard to talk about it, still. Those moments that I hold so dear to my heart still burn inside. The pain is still there even more vivid if possible. I can’t shake the feelings I have. I can’t rid myself of the memories, so I just hold them dear. I don’t forget, not because I cannot, but because I will not. I refuse to let those memories go. I can’t just those tears I cried go to waste. I will forever flashback to the day I sat in my closet and cried about moving.
Now, when I study at Polisas I get many friends. And I love all my friend. I don't to crying again about my friends. It's so pain.
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