Have you ever felt like you wanted someone to know you. The real you but it never happened? Instead he/she chose to believe other stuff?

I can’t forget how you never liked me calling you “oei” coz you said it was unladylike. I can’t forget how you sing the Bob The Builder song. I can’t forget how you helped me flip my fringe to one side. I can’t forget the times you helped me with some computer stuff. There are so many things that make you special. An individual.

But no…you will never feel what I feel. Neither will I feel what you feel. Coz I’m not you and you’re not me.

Life can be so horribly unfair. But I have to learn to accept it.