Dear Mak, I hope you know

That you are the person I love the most, and I really want you to be proud of me. That is my foremost goal in life, although I may not show or say it. In my most perfect and satisfying dreams I imagine that I would be able to give you all you need and have you live a life of comfort, relative leisure, joy and pride.

I wish that Allah will bless you with health and keep pain and suffering far from you as you grow older. Although you hurt me sometimes with your words, and it leads to doubt sometimes that you really love me for me, I know that in the end you only want the best for me in getting all that this life has to offer, and that you want me to be safe and blessed in the hereafter as well. And what more could a child ask from her mother?

Even more than that, you have a unique sense of humour and can make me laugh. You care when I am sick, or hungry, or need peace for studying. You believe in my intelligence and beauty, and you understand my weaknesses, better than myself.

I love you. I love you the most.

You're so false and the apple doesnt fall far from the tree

Don't you want to be friends anymore?

Don't you want to be friends anymore?

Don't you want to hear my stupid stories anymore, my triumphs and my hardships, my questions and nonsensical statements, and my dreams?

Don't you want to laugh at weird videos and watch amazing videos and watch mvs?

Don't you want to hear about my escapades, and meet up when school re-opens, say stupid things to each other and watch me being silly?

You don't want to be friends anymore, that's why you're ignoring me. I don't know what I did wrong.

Sigh.

what makes you think you can do this all the time over and over again?

substitute people and all they can say

Sometimes it's all you can do to keep your head above water and keep trying to be happy and carefree and fighting the undercurrents that threaten to pull you under.

if you're leaving, like the others before you have left,
I can't do anything but let you go.

If you're leaving, you have decided to, for your own reasons,
And I won't be angry.
But I will always be here.
And I won't forget that we were good friends once.

Everyone leaves.

People take out their anger on each other,
Anger and hurt and falling like dominoes,
Irreversibly felling what was so carefully put in its spot.
A clean cut sound, a soft tinkle in the still soundless air.

I don't mean to hurt or anger anyone,
If no one would hurt or anger me.