Why Do You Have To Leave?


Why do you have to leave?
Why do you have to leave me behind?
Won't you miss me?
Won't you think of me?

What about all the good times
we've had together?
Don't you remember?
The endless laughter
The suppressed chuckles
The hiccuping giggles
When you go,
when will the next time be?

My 21st birthday is coming
I won't be able to celebrate it with you
And neither will I be able to
celebrate yours with you
And that saddens me
It really does

Things won't be the same without you

I know you have not left.
Yet.
But I think about the time when
your plane will soon depart from the airport
Taking you with it
And my heart breaks a little

I know this is not forever
It may only be for a year
But I fear things will change too much
When you're physically
not here :(

Anyhow I wish you the best
You have always been a comfort
to me
As a friend
A hang out buddy
A giggle partner
A let''s-pakat-to-bully-wen-yun accomplice






Take care Pingzaiiii

I'm going to miss you !!

You'll always be in my heart :)

Comments

Anonymous said…
hahaha... was abt to cry last nite but able to hold my tears... wahahhaa...

n wat's with the let's-pakat-to-bully-wen-yun? hahhaa.. but i'm glad tht my name is mentioned.. haha... i miss u all... no matter where u all r, i miss u all n love u all very much.. no matter how near or far u r, at tis moment, u all r not by my side.. so.. i know... anything can happen... so in case anything happen.. i just want u all to know tht... I LOVE U ALL, MUAKZZ!! =)
September 17, 2009 at 3:47 AM
Liz said…
>>Anon
Same here YunYun. Miss you too ! I know we don't contact each other as much as we used to. But know that when we are together it feels like time hasn't changed a thing !! :P
Love ya too sis~~ *gan dong*
September 19, 2009 at 2:39 PM
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