To the artist who painted me a memory:
You were a grumpy guy, sometimes cool, sometimes mean, we could be friends at that time and we would bicker the next. We were what we called “FRIENEMIES” and with that, you had led me clueless as to why she, a friend of ours teases me to you but I had a few guesses in mind and I wonder if they were right HAHAHAH You were an artist and at with a very young age, you had shown quite a talent I had admired you for that. I must say up until now a question still lingers in my head but I know everything happens for a reason. I use to remember a memory I loved the most in my childhood days, it was the university’s annual anniversary and booths are all over even those creepy and scary types like the horror booth. I was trying to be brave and decided to toughen myself up and enter the booth alone. A lot of people said it was scary, cold hands will touch you and some ghost would chase you. It was pretty realistic, dark, and cold but then you came. I remembered we were the last ones in the line and so I thought I would shiver with fear but nope it was quite the opposite. You held my hand as we both ran when we entered the place. I laughed throughout the epic journey seeing you stick out your tongue to the monsters and trying to guess who was on the act. I thought I would be afraid but I guess I was not, since you were there and you made me feel better you made me feel secure and protected like a knight in shining armor you did. I wonder if you knew that though. I wonder if you will still care knowing such emotion I had before. Looking at a picture of you, I just thought that the once I used to reach out since we were somehow friends can no longer be reached. You indeed painted me a memory, but I wonder if it does fill the same in your past as mine does. Wished you get to read this though, even though the possibilities would be really low. I want you to know that I cherished the moment we once had. I guess this is goodbye.
From the frienemy you once had:]
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