we run because we want to be chased.

橡树的绿叶啊

白色的竹篱笆

好想告诉我的她

这里像幅画

去年的圣诞卡

镜子里的复杂

画面开始没有她

我还在装傻

说好为我泡花茶

学习摆刀叉

学生宿舍空荡荡的家

守着电话却等不到她

reading the christmas card that you wrote for me last year. not knowing how i could have made things different. how i could have lessen the pain i caused you without wanting to. not knowing how you will no longer be in my life today. not knowing how i could have stayed on in your life.

you were a special kind of friend. the kind i knew i could run to. to count on. a friend who could love me for my flaws and be always there for me. but you chose to be a stranger.

until today, the spot that you sit on in my heart is still sore. sorely missing you, my friend.

Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what’s to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead of what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn’t have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves for growing up.

but i still wished i could be growing up alongside you.