From: India
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Thursday, April 26, 2007,2:49 AM
Ayesha's leaving. For Australia.
Sigh.
I'll miss her so much. So much. She has become so much to me in such a short period of time. The perfect friend I never had. Until I got to know her better. I don't think I've felt so strongly towards any of my friends, as I have for her.
Veerz, perhaps, or, Asad, maybe.
I'll always cherish the times we were together. The three of us, running impishly away from everyone else. Talking for hours on end. Gushing over Henry Cavill, Deathcab, Indie, or any of her latest finds.
I think I was able to talk to her more freely than I have with anyone as of late. Thins have gotten odd in the group. I don't think I can relate to anyone, anymore.
Of course, she'd visit India, over hols, and I'd meet her. Probably.
But will things ever be the same? 'Course I'd mail her and talk to her online as and when possible. But its just that she'd have so much waiting for her, there. Just so many better things to look forward to, and I'm so happy for her, but I just can't help the tears that flow. I wish she wouldn't go. But that would make her miserable.
I can keep re-iterating the fact that I'll miss her, but I can never actually describe what I'd feel. I can only hope to be to her, what she is, to me.
Just when things were so good, and I was so happy in having found such a great friend, she has to leave. Sigh. Life's an ironic bitch.
I'll miss her so. I'll miss Crossword, and Moshe's and the hummus, and those cigarettes. The conversations over coffee. The ebooks. Henry Cavill. DeviantARTing.
I'll meet new people. Maybe, sometime. But to forge a strong bond with them, just as I shared with her, would be... slightly impossible. I'm not so trusting anymore. It took a lot of tentative steps to get where I have, with her.
I'll miss her odd fits of laughter, those conspirational whispers. Study sessions that proceeded late into the wee hours of the night, when we'd suddenly give up all the books and just talking about random things or start meandering the pathways of the Web.
I'll always remember the 24th of April, 2007, when I was with her and Veerz at Mocha's and I just thought I couldn't have been happier. It was such a perfect day.
Filled with laughter, coffee, cigarettes, and the hookah, of course.
Some memories are meant to be preserved. The same as a select few people.
Precious.
Sigh.
I'll miss her so much. So much. She has become so much to me in such a short period of time. The perfect friend I never had. Until I got to know her better. I don't think I've felt so strongly towards any of my friends, as I have for her.
Veerz, perhaps, or, Asad, maybe.
I'll always cherish the times we were together. The three of us, running impishly away from everyone else. Talking for hours on end. Gushing over Henry Cavill, Deathcab, Indie, or any of her latest finds.
I think I was able to talk to her more freely than I have with anyone as of late. Thins have gotten odd in the group. I don't think I can relate to anyone, anymore.
Of course, she'd visit India, over hols, and I'd meet her. Probably.
But will things ever be the same? 'Course I'd mail her and talk to her online as and when possible. But its just that she'd have so much waiting for her, there. Just so many better things to look forward to, and I'm so happy for her, but I just can't help the tears that flow. I wish she wouldn't go. But that would make her miserable.
I can keep re-iterating the fact that I'll miss her, but I can never actually describe what I'd feel. I can only hope to be to her, what she is, to me.
Just when things were so good, and I was so happy in having found such a great friend, she has to leave. Sigh. Life's an ironic bitch.
I'll miss her so. I'll miss Crossword, and Moshe's and the hummus, and those cigarettes. The conversations over coffee. The ebooks. Henry Cavill. DeviantARTing.
I'll meet new people. Maybe, sometime. But to forge a strong bond with them, just as I shared with her, would be... slightly impossible. I'm not so trusting anymore. It took a lot of tentative steps to get where I have, with her.
I'll miss her odd fits of laughter, those conspirational whispers. Study sessions that proceeded late into the wee hours of the night, when we'd suddenly give up all the books and just talking about random things or start meandering the pathways of the Web.
I'll always remember the 24th of April, 2007, when I was with her and Veerz at Mocha's and I just thought I couldn't have been happier. It was such a perfect day.
Filled with laughter, coffee, cigarettes, and the hookah, of course.
Some memories are meant to be preserved. The same as a select few people.
Precious.
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