We've met in a very mischievous way. You're my both memorable and embarrassing kind of a memory. We became friends.. You sing love song to me, make me smile and make me laugh with your corny jokes. Haha! How I miss those times.. You've fallen, I catch you. I've fallen, you left. Hard right? But sooner I understand why you left. Your sickness. I'm so selfish too think that You're a heart-wrecker. I love you. Always have, always will. Now you're gone.. For good. Our Top and I-kind of story have become reality. You hated me first for killing you in my story but then again you just laugh because you saw it coming. I'm sorry for being mean and rude. I will miss you. This is too late to say these things but I can't help it. Rest in peace, Jayson, you're my own kind of T.O.P.. Mahal kita. :) :( We may not make it here on earth, but maybe.. Maybe.. We can make it in Heaven. Goodbye, Jay.