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FORGET YOU NOT

FORGET YOU NOT 
To a friend, when they say friendship between a girl and boy can't work, we made it work! 


When l think of how it all started, l reminiscence at the beginning: 


'The first time l noticed that loud, noisy and quite chatty guy in my computer class.
Never knowing we will ever be friends 
Fate or not we become closer and formed quite a close bond as friends 
You just out of a relationship, while l feeling relationships are just a volcano waiting to  erupt; 
I put you off when you confessed your feelings-ignoring you and avoiding you 
There are times l did miss the long chats we used to have…
or how a smile would be  plastered on my face when my phone beeped and it was you 
But then l remember you need me in another way l cannot give to you.
I hurt you so bad, but you still came back and told me you valued our friendship’

 
Day in day out we have always tried to rebuild our friendship…
you holding the rope at the  end tighter while l never was certain we could 
A new year comes and we are still friends...
I realize it reached a time that you were  the only one holding the rope at both ends 
You held out my end and said you still need me as a friend and you said that in so many  ways;
your music which always kept me late at night listening, your poetic words, and the 
little things you did for me. 
You have taught me the true value of friendship…being there for each other in all circumstances;
the good, bad and crazy 
I need you as my beat and we can be the stories of each other’s lives. 
Am going to tug my end of the rope to make it work no matter what it takes.
This is a promise l intend to keep. 

I will forget you not in this or any other lifetime

 

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Anonymous said…
forget you not, sometimes that's all we need to hear

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