the other day when Sam came over, I showed him a book.
It's not just another ordinary novel which I have, it's one that I compiled by myself.
My 21st Birthday book.
Yes, unlike many others who have their guest sign a guestbook, I had things written in it.
Like how I met them, who they were and how they are.
It was nice, looking back at how the 3 years ago me writes. Pretty laughable actually.
It was actually nice to take that book out and read it once in a while. For a moment, I actually forgot the book existed until I saw it tucked away in my cupboard.
As Sam was flipping through, looking at the Polaroids and just reading through what I had written, a sudden whelm of emotions just came gushing into my brain.
Where have all these people gone to?
The once so-close friends just gradually becomes Facebook friends.
We now barely exchange a few texts, pretty much no meetups and a part of me hates to admit this but maybe they just forgot. forgot about my existence.
It's sad isn't it.
I remember Sam asking me, "Why do you have so many whatsapp groups on your phone, don't you ever delete?"
I replied, "the fact that I have so many whatsapp groups makes me realize that I'm still part of something. I secretly hope that those 'lost friends' will try to reconnect and have messages POP up from those groups"
If you're reading this, and was a part of my life, pick up the phone and text me.
So that I know that I'm not forgotten.