The old brush knows all the corners.

I didn't know that as time goes by, she would also FADE away. I mean, people do change and I still can't accept the fact that she's drifting away too. Maybe, I'm just plain boring that no one ever really sticks around.

She was one of the best friends I ever had and then to think that just because of her boy-confusion, she treats me like this. I don't want her to drift away, I don't want our friendship to end. I mean, to change. I want it the way it was.

Well, I guess I was just another line in her book and just another page she turned away. It pierces through the despaired heart of the overly stressed heart of the author if you may want to know the real status. The puzzles don't fit together now, and the image is quite blurred of what the future may give me, if she would realize that the page she left behind is still wanting to be reread or the page she left behind isn't worth another glimpse.


I miss the way she laughs and the way she calls my name when she waits for me after class. Then now, it's as if she doesn't even see me. I call her name, in hope of accompaniment but then she turns around and goes with another group of friends. I don't know what her problem is, or if she is fed up with me. As people come and go, there are people you want to be with and I hope she knows that she's one of the few people I would want to spend time with. It's not that I'm being possessive or selfish but I didn't quite expect that she would change.

I was right, people DO CHANGE eventually. Friends aren't forever and boys aren't whatever after all. I hope she knows that while she makes some PEOPLE happy, others are trying to reach out to her.

The lesson to be learned: Don't ever forget old friends when new ones get added because " A new broom may sweep clean, but the old brush knows all the corners."