Letter to Ademide — Hope to see better us

I miss you.  

I miss _us_ running on the school field,  

_us_ gossiping between classes,  

_us_ helping each other with notes and assignments.  

Our pure life got disturbed.  

We lost each other in our search for a better life.  

We faced problems many could not survive.  

We both carried pain in our hearts.  

We were suffering silently.  

Without telling each other, we knew we were in pain.  

Without making the other worry, we sympathized in silence.

Looking back, I realized what friendship is.

Friendship is not about the good times.

It is the bad times you made good with friends.

It is the bad season you saved.

Just looking into your eyes gives me hope of more good to come.  

Staring at your brilliance, I knew I had to strive to be better.  

We were hope to ourselves.  

We _are_ hope to ourselves.  

I hope one day, we meet ourselves in a better place.