Gifts That, Memories We Friends ...

I used to live in a city, at which time I meet a little boy my age named eminent and his house next door to me.
Therein where I start with a couple of friends, I'm very fond of her as my best friend, even I had hoped he was the companion of his later my.
There is no day that I passed with him, I was always with him all day, he was the one who always entertain me ..
That afternoon we were sitting diteras home, and sellers mendengan putu pumpkin pass in front of my house, me and my friend were bought and ate it together, then without me knowing it she joked and kissed my forehead, I was laughing laughter dissolves in the he made shortly heard his mother's voice calling her to go home because it was afternoon.
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That morning my family getting ready to move, actually I do mind.
Although we had tears can not be dammed and falling drop by drop, could not change the situation.

I met my long gone my friend, in my new residence all felt different and felt very lonely, because I do not have any friends, let alone as my friend.

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At the end of Ramadan, I got some bad news, while eating a meal that my mom told me I had an accident and died, I could only cry menwrima news, I can only regret all that has happened, why there are no words terakhor or one big hug for me ..
Today only ruins left wonderful memories, which I really love him and he is a friend of my disisilain.
All the memories are stored in the liver meeting, because he and I are friends which our world is different.