I miss...

I miss the time when we're four going home together..

I miss when we're four share about our experience together in 23..

I miss the time when we're found a handphone on the sreet and think how to give it back..

I miss our laugh when we're four together in 23...

I miss when we're four going together every saturday to play..

I miss when we're all together playing basket in the rain, get wet, and go home by my car..

I miss our joke, our craziness in public transport that make stranger laugh..

I miss when you're three helping me when i'm in trouble by accompany me to go home to tell my father the reason why i'm arriving late at home..

I miss when we're all act as a team when playing basketball..

I miss when we're all making each other wake up by call..

I miss when we're four together going to a mall just to buy a book..

I miss everything that we've do in the past. I couldn't express my feelings. We're really separating in a different way, and none of us in the same school. 

To think that you're three went in different ways, i have nothing to say. How could i suppose to be happy? 

When i see the place where we usually wait each other to go to play on saturday, it reminds me about all we have did when we're still at 9 grade. Everything changes, as time goes by. 

Missing is feeling that always created when we have something that we're always remember and we can't rewind in the past.

And last.......

Yeah, missing is really hurts.