Everyday.

One thing I would always do without fail every single day. I'd go up to your Twitter profile to know how your day went. To check up on you. Are you okay, or are you not? What about your crush? Are you still checking her out, or are you not?

I'd chuckle a bit here and there to know of how shy you actually are. How you describe you would blush every time you see her passing by. I feel contented to know, that you are doing graciously well. I feel, complete. And your latest tweet about your kid brother getting an offer to enter a boarding school. I can really tell on how much he wants it. I've been there. Alhamdulillah, thank you Allah for this opportunity. He will do well, insyaAllah. Just like his big brother did :)

But then, you would tweet on your migrains now and then. I feel so sorry, that I could do nothing to help. If only I could, I sure would. Yet I am grateful, that I can still say your name in my prayers. I can still pray, for you, for your health. InsyaAllah.

It is never larger than the size of an atom of the regret I have towards what happened. I am inevitably beholden to Allah for everything. Though it is quite bitter to accept that we no longer talk to each other now, like ever, but I know there are swell reasons about it.

Truth is, there are times when I felt like saying hi, or, I don't know, like just talking to you again. But then I am so scared of the thought that I might only leave you in enmity. So I think it is better to leave things the way they are now.

Dear you, I am terribly sorry for doing what I am doing. But I just couldn't help myself from caring about you. And since there's nothing else I can do, I thought reading your writings are the only way to know how you are doing. I know you would be furiously enraged if you know about this. Forgive me, but I know I won't stop.

I hope we still are friends. I hope.