thank you

another person's father died..and he is my classmate.i remembered how he used to smile everytime i greeted him with a nick i specially made for him.but after his dad passed away, i didnt see him for a week.i missed his quiet smile.i heard how much he was close to his dad.and i wanted to cry.i saw him at the studio last week.he is still himself.he still greets me with his quiet,lopsided smile.and i was proud of him.proud of how strong he is.

and i look at myself.and i remembered how fragile i am.how softhearted i actually am.how i crumbled each day.and how i felt empty.just because of one small loss.

ive forgotten how many times ive cried and fall to pieces each night.how many times sarah mumbled in frustration about how she hates the effect he has on me.how mizi often sits at the staircase listening to my cries and mumbles.how nina,sue,kuhaz,ida listens to me patiently about me wanting to move on but never did.how kuhaz gave me a nice big hug when i was scared of crying alone.

im sorry to my family for putting up with my silent withdrawal.how my mother get worked up about me having an eating disorder (which i dont think i have).how my dad always call to ask me when i'll be home.

and finally how he always affects me.but he never fails to show how much he cares.

im lucky to be surrounded by such woderful people.thank you for being there always.