First time that I met you, you were just a classmate of a friend, and all that got my attention was the fact that you were too short. [ I know, I'm an asshole. You don't tell some one they are short, it's not nice. ]
I grew into liking you, befriending you, and keeping you as one of the dearest friends. You have grown into understanding me, where apparently not so many other people do.
I can't convey it by words, how much I'm going to miss you, when you take all your stuff, and move all the way to the other side of this world of ours. But then again, it hurts so much to feel, better not to hurt others with the words of the feeling.
Let's just make sure you know how precious you and your friendship are for me, and how awesome it was to meet you, to befriend you, and to ever share any piece of a talk with you.
P.S: I give you all the rights to be pissed for my upcoming absence, but make sure you stop hating for it before you leave.
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