Thursday, October 14
4e6 '04, i love you!!! OXOXOX thank you for all the memories. and thank you for the music. here's the poem i found. i honestly don't know who wrote it, but i love it anyway. it's for you. til we meet again. fourth of june, every year. i'll be there. waiting for you.
are we friends or are we not?
you told me once, but i forgot.
so tell me now and tell me true
so i can say ' i'm here for you'.
of all the friends i've ever met,
you're the one i won't forget.
and if i die before you do,
i'll go to heaven and wait for you.
i'll give the angels back their wings
and risk the loss of everything
just to prove our friendship's true,
to have a friend just like you.
i love you. i wish we didn't have to leave. but we must. don't turn and look at the door we're closing behind us. we'll walk on through it, maybe together, maybe not. no matter what, you'll be in my heart.
sigh farewell assembly was so bittersweet. bitter because well, it's faretheewell isn't it? and sweet.. because.. all the dedications were so sweet. mrs tan would be pleased to hear i took snapshots in my heart. the twinge of my heart as i sat there clutching eunice's hand, reading the slides. mr ng's five rules. i love the fifth the best: remember us like we will remember you. for who can't help remembering our teachers? all the crazy picture taking. more to come, tomorrow. i never want to let go of this, let go of you. i know we're growing up, moving on, but it's so hard, with the door threatening to close. one more month, and all this will end. the stress. everything. gone, with the wind. but unlike the wind, my love for you, my beloved class, will
not fly. we'll meet again. 4th of june. every year. i promise. i'll be right there, waiting for you. maybe i was harsh last year, tough on you. okay not maybe. i know i was. i had such high expectations of you. maybe too high? i just wanted us to soar above the clouds, be the very best that we could be. lofty dreams, maybe, but we had the spirit, still have it. we must never lose it. maybe i pushed you too hard. but it wasn't easy being a monitress you know. i never felt free-er when i quit. but i'm glad for last year. it helped mould me, prepare me for what i have to face now. thank you for letting me serve you. it was my pleasure. truly. *blows you an air-kiss* catch it, it's yours.
it must've been love.
5:47 pm
xoxo
