2010

Madie asked Mom to call the school and excuse me to stay home. For a week, I sat on the window frame and stared out into the space. Little pieces of memories played around me and I tried not to cry but failed. Many nights, I cried myself to sleep. And a lot of times, it was on the carpeted ground, not on my bed.

            A week passed and it was April. It was Spring, my favourite season out of all. But what difference did it make when the one I wanted to spend my Spring with wasn't even there with me? I walked the hallways as a zombie, and many, specially my friends, tried to cheer me up with every-possible-thing.

            It wasn't easy when he left me. It had been a month to be exact, and I was still wishing for this to be a joke. I wanted him to casually walk up to my locker and say something along the lines of "Gotcha!". But it was just my wishful thinking. It never actually happened. I was just dreaming by myself.

            There wasn't a day passed that I didn't think of him. All I wanted was him. Chen. I wanted him to say sweet things to me, annoy me, kiss me when I didn't expect it, and just be next to me and not say anything. I was starting to hate the music room where we shared so many memories. Every time I walked into the big room, I kept thinking about the times we played togeth