Goodbye My Friend

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One thing you made me realise without probably even realising it was that words, no matter how you mean 'em, don't mean a thing if your actions betray 'em all.

But I soon learned to forget that, because being human is being complicated; and my strokes on the canvass of actions may not fit the pictures intended, but it's still a masterpiece in the making. So let me glory in the satisfaction that you were wrong.

I know, I can be so petty like a kid, still majoring in the minors. So ignore this if you feel it sounds childish; but if you find it hard to turn a blind eye to this, for whatsoever reason, then that just makes two of us.

Well, they say, keep the pass behind you; but I'd be lying if I say I never checked the rearview mirrior every once in a while, reminiscing and regretting.

How can two chummies walk pass each other and exchange greetings like estranged strangers. Hand on the bible, I never saw it coming, did all I could not to be that person, only to realise I was just running from my shadow.

I loved you more than like a sister and that was the problem. What I feel for you now is something in-between, I hate describing it. I should just... girl, I should just stop talking, I mean, that's what makes things grow worst.

Still every compliment I ever gave you was an understatement, you are more than just good, you're great. And I guess that means there's always space for being bad, because that's when grace comes in; and there's no greatness without it.

So let me extend it like I received it from the God of Grace Himself. I forgive you for everything, I thought I did it then but the hurt remained, rekindled every single time I thought of you, until now.

Now, what remains unsaid is goodbye, and that's what this crappy poem is all about. Goodbye Ada, and God bless you.