It's already 3 am but still, i can't sleep so i decided to listen to something that would help... oh i dunno, ease the pain?... I just can't help but miss pring pring. I read my friend's blogs and most of their latest entries were about April. They wrote about how great she was, our memories as a batch and a lot of other things. It really made my heart ache.
While reading them, i just couldn't help but think that April shouldn't have died. She was too great a friend, too great a person. But i guess God has other plans for her, better plans.
At the start of our first year together as a batch, i really didn't get to know her. I'm really not the type of person who tries to get to know everybody. I usually just stand at the sides waiting for them to notice me, to be honest, i'm shy. But once i get to know someone, that's when i start to show my real "mischievious self" hehehe..... It was during our second year that i really got to know her.... She was fun to talk to. We never ran out of topics.... there were even times that we'd ignor our instructors, pretend to listen to their lectures and just "paperchat". It was scary but fun. Oh i miss her so.
One of the great things bout pring is that, she is so brave and confident. there was this one time we got left behind on our 2 day field trip to dumaguete. I was crying my eyes out when i found out they already left. Pring on the other hand called me and told me happily that sir will let us catch up to them, if both of us travelled together. She wasn't worried or sad, she actually liked adventures like this. She just laughed and said we'd be okay. The bus ride was around 4-5 hours long. Believe it or not, we never stopped talking till we got to Dumaguete. Even the "scary" ferry ride became fun because of our stories.
I never felt shy with her. It seemed like i already knew her for a long time. I wasn't afraid to share my stories with her or laugh with her, coz i know she would share her stories and laugh with me too.
Now she's gone, i won't have times like that with her anymore. Now all i have are my memories of her.
My friend was right. Death is a thief.
Death stole my friend, death stole her future, death stole her talents, death stole a part of me, her family and my classmates.
We wrote a song about her two days ago and we played it yesterday on our vigil for her at school. I really loved the bridge.
Crying all night long
Wishing i could see her
Hoping this is just a dream
But i know that this is real
Now all i can do is hang on
To the memories i have of you.
Wishing i could see her
Hoping this is just a dream
But i know that this is real
Now all i can do is hang on
To the memories i have of you.
I miss pring so much. I know the pain of losing someone will never go away and I know i have to move on. But right now, the memory of her death is still so fresh that moving on is still not crossing my mind. It might take some time, but i know i'll get over the pain someday.
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