Until this moment, I forgot your face. I forgot your cute little bottom lip. I forgot the frustration you had with your unbearable bangs. I basically forgot your image. Truth be told, I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. We were so close. Were. That is now the sharp keyword that has stained into both, the left and right sides of my brain.

We were inseparable. We were conjoined by the hip, the arms, the legs. We didn’t believe anyone could of teared us apart, but apparently, anyone can find their ways around. We fooled naive kids in school who couldn’t tell the differences between the true Chinese and the true Vietnamese. We were inseparable. We had a million differences. You liked R&B and Hip hop while I liked Euro and Country. You listened to your Celine Dion on your boombox while I listened to my Hilary Duff on my Walkman. You wore shorts and a tank top while I walked around the neighborhood with you wearing my jeans and a sweater. You were outgoing and a fighter while I was shy and a peace maker. And yet, we were incredibly inseparable.

You are one of the reasons why I absolutely despise the infamous saying, “Everything happens for a reason.” I spit on that bullshit. I stomp on it, I strangle it, I lit a dynamite on that bullshit. We didn’t just waste 10 years of a strong bonding friendship for a reason. We had planned on growing old together and now, I have to let that dream pass.

I wish you the best.