date: 7.27.2011
time: 9:23 PM
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Dearest Donna Lye.

Thank you for the blog post. I don't know what to say, but that touched my heart. Amongst the people who are there for me, you are always one of them. Amongst the people who can make me laugh even when I was down, you are always one of them. Amongst the beautiful birthday messages/wishes, yours is one of them too. The difference is that you never failed. Even if you do, it wouldn't hurt at all, because of all the things you had done for me so far. Last year, when our own group had friendship conflicts, you were there to help us. This year, when I first lost someone I love, you were there to help. That night, I cried a lot, and it was the first time I actually picked up my phone to call someone as I'm breaking down. I have shed tears in front of you but not those major ones like when I'm really emotional. But I did. And I called you. It was quite late, and you were suppose to sleep soon, but you still came online to talk. And for 4 hours too. When friendship problems arise again, you were there. When my grandmother was in the hospice, you were there. When my grandmother passed away, you were also there at the funeral wake. There's a lot of things I should thank you for, but I don't even know how to start. You were there when I had suicidal thoughts, the time which you scolded me harshly because you cared a lot. You know the reasons behind my scars, which I never really let anyone know because I didn't want people saying that I'm only asking for sympathy and attention, but you never judged me in that way because you believe we are all only humans. I might not have received anything meaningful for this 18th birthday as what people claims to be an important birthday, but having you and a few others that I treasure a lot is what that is meaningful.

Thank you a lot, really. Even if fate doesn't forbid us to be close in future, or if something happens, -touch wood-, I'm not going to forget you.

I love you, sweetheart.

Yours Truly,
Bernadette Lee.