Dear, Nabila Nahdy.
I miss
the moment when I sat behind you when we were 10th grade classmate
Also
when we shared our laughers and tears.
I miss
the moment when we used to take picture by your vibrator-phone that you put in
your chest pocket.
I miss
the moment when we usually hangout each week. To the movies, karaoke, lunch or
dinner, or even a single brunch.
I miss
the time when I called you Nabila, Bila, Onta, Nabola, Nabo’ol, Arab etc.
I miss
the moment, when we usually celebrate our birthday together.
I miss
you, especially today. I know you miss me too.
Happy
Birthday, Bil :*
Hugs,
Kisses, and many many many miss you :’)
Your best partner
Damar Prasetya
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