The End.

London, 28 November 2013

It was 11pm. We came across this lovely Italian restaurant near Her Majesty's Theater on the way back to our hostel after watching The Phantom of The Opera. You had spaghetti bolognaise and I had aglio e olio. Afterwards, we spent all of Thursday night walking from Haymarket to London Bridge, talking about our lives. That night you wore a black dress, your mom's vintage coat, put a pair of ankle boots, and also a beanie. While I wore a houndstooth dress with black faux fur coat, a pair of pale brown bow heels, and for the final touch I grab the large red brimmed hat that I've never dared wear outside of my flat. I feel delicate and like we were on the set of a Happy-Go-Lucky movie as Poppy and Zoe. After we had walked almost an hour, I finally gave up wearing heels and walked barefoot until we arrived at the hostel. I don't care about what other people think. I was beyond happy and never regret my decision walking around London at midnight. Especially when we crossed the River Thames on the Jubilee Bridge and saw the Big Ben from the bridge. I never realised this city was so beautiful at night.  

P.S: I am really sorry that I couldn't accompany you to Hogwarts.

Poole, 29 November 2013

I was deeply touched by your kindness when you accompanied me to say goodbye to the place I had lived for a year - although you know the bus would take 45 minutes and it's freezing outside. We found this little coffee shop when we passed some of the pretty cafes along the old part of this town. Inside, everything is homely and unpretentious. We sat for hours having hot chocolate conversations, flicking from unfinished love story to real friendship. Questions of perspective and principle had become such difficult things to answer. Sometimes we agree, sometimes we argue about each other's opinion. Apart from that, I know that neither of us ever wanted to stop the conversation until the time called us to leave. You said, my greatest weakness is being too nice to other people. I can't say whether it's right or wrong. The only thing I know is that I am a flawed human being, a far more flawed human being than you realise. 

"Life will only get better", you said. And I do believe it.  

Bournemouth, 30 November 2013
Do you remember this? You were pointing out a particular star when we let our eyes wander upward into a clear starry night sky. I enjoyed seeing them for the first time in a long while. You said to me that it always looks brighter than the other nearby stars. I just nodded and was secretly amazed at your attention to these little things. We then walked down to the beach and waited for others to come. We gazed up at the mesmerizing night sky and you talked again about that star. It was still there. I turned my camera on and pointed it to the sky. But you said it's useless. The stars were just too far away so that my camera wouldn't be able to catch them. Although I couldn't see those beautiful stars on this photograph, I could spot this tiny white dot. Can you see it? No. It's not just the star you told me earlier, but also this is how I see you. Apart from your dark sides, I know that there is still a good little boy in you. 

You asked for one more hour, and so did I.