Hey Cous,
Whatcha ya doin’ out there? You’re doin’ alright, yeah? I know you are.
Know what? Last night I dreamed about you. And I cried…
I can’t believe it’s been over a year since the last time I saw you. It’s been over a year since I watched them bury you, since I accompany you to your grave…
And somehow I still blame myself for what happened to you. I know it’s no one’s fault. But I still think that you’re the one God should’ve saved. Not me. Not some arrogant, ignorant, stubborn bastard like me. Not some sinful person like me. I’m such a demon if compared to you. Yet, why won’t God saved you?
Could you ask God now? I know you’ll say that God was giving me a second chance. Now I hate myself ‘cause I feel like wasting the chance God gave me. What to do, Cous? I wish you could tell me.
I miss you, Cous. Remember those old days when we were fighting over a play station controller? Remember when we shared those A7x mp3s? I still feel guilty because I’m the one who infected you to listens to those kind of musics :p. Remember when I went over to your house to spend the night and then we discuss the Sims all over till the morning comes? hahaha… The good old days.
But I guess you are happy right now, huh? You know, it’s getting even crazier down here.
Okay then. Gotta go now. Gotta straight up my fucked up life. Gotta dress up and brace myself to face this crazy world. I gotta work everything out right so one day when it’s my time meeting you and God, I still have the face.
Goodbye for now. Pass my Hello to God, will ya?
