saw her this evening. the last time was in 2011. she cut me off, my fault really for theowing shades at her at that time. her dad is dying. i squeezed her shoulder. she looked different. i know i look different. we didn't cry, just kept on talking. both of us, we're always the sensitive ones. the black sheep in the fam. my bestfriend since 12. tbh i unfollowed her a few weeks back when i found out her dad's dying , i couldn't stand the thought of seeing her going through the pain. yet we meet again in the particular shop. and she told me everything she's going through face to face. all the parts that i tried to ditch, Allah made me listen. i know she'll be okay.
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