R.S.

It's July 26. It's my bestfriend's birthday. She's my childhood best friend, my teenage-rebellious partner, my happiness at that time. But God had a better plan for her, and took her away from me 8 years ago.

I love her and I will always do. She popped in my dreams several times, and the last time was the night before my engagement. I didn't really remember the dream, but I do remember that she was there, with her sun-shiny happy face, and it seemed like we're having a really good time.

I need big support from my best friends, actually, to face the new phase in my life. Maybe it was God's way to calm me, to brought her into my dream, just to make me feel a lot better. Or maybe I was just missing her too much. And the fact that I wasn't there on her last days, on her sickness, keep bothering my mind.

Happy birthday, dear...
Please come by again to my dream, anytime. I miss you.

*R.S is the initials of her name.