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So I got the sniffles, my nose is bright pink my throat is sore and I’m squinting even though I’m not trying to see anything.

The common cold seems to have plagued my abode. It struck silently yet it hit me like a deadly blow. In this tempest I find myself reminiscing the last time I got like this. Roughly two years ago…

Different times.

Back then I wasn’t suffering this alone, my bestfriend at that time was taking care of me, she would give me medicine hot tea and soup.

She was not afraid of catching my cold instead she embraced me as her sick child even though she was younger than me. We would tell each other stories to take my mind of the disease. When we weren’t together she would check up on me.

Sometimes even bring me tea while she was out with someone else. I didn’t know the person, she didn’t need to tell me and I even best-friends have things they like to themselves so I never asked, just said thank you for the tea and went back to bed.

During our last fight the only time we really screamed at each other, she said I would regret leaving her and would always remember her at my lowest. She wasn’t entirely wrong…. I do remember her at my lowest. Always

But however I don’t regret leaving her, sometimes you need part ways from a loved one in order to mature and grow. If I never left I wouldn’t grew as much as I did. If ever given the chance to back in time I don’t think I would’ve changed that moment…

Don’t get me wrong as I lie here in the dark body aching, eyes watery, nose runny and breathing heavy. I wouldn’t mind having her next to me talking about her latest adventure, our latest crushes, learning each other’s language, experiences, telling each other secrets and laughing for no reason until we cry from laughing so hard.

It would be good, but I also grew up enough to realize somethings don’t get second chances and learned not miss the past but reflect on it in bad times use the memories for warmth and be grateful that I got to experience such amazing things.

It would be childish of me to hold on to try to rewind time…. and cry when I realize it’s gone. No I’m happy that get to close my eyes and hear her laugh and see her smile when I need it.

That’s enough for me.



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