When Do We Grow Up?

Life springs us with many things as we grow older. The good, the bad, the happy and the sad. Looking back, there have been many ups and downs in the 23 years of my life, involving people close to me. And recently.. something life changing for both me and my best friend. She was getting married.


I’ve known Grace since my first year in high school. That’s over 10 years. She was one of those really kind hearted people who didn’t discriminate against others even though they were different. I was very protective of her when we were in school, coz she was always so innocent and nice to everyone, some took advantage of her gentleness.


I’ve always known my bestie is a real looker but she looked so beautiful that day I cried. ;____; This must be how mums feel when their kids leave the nest.


I was the only friend she invited apart from family, super touched. ;___; We were both loners and liked the company of each other rather than hanging out with a big group of friends, so we always had each other to count on. I know she’ll always stay my best friend, but once you get married, it’s just…different.

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You’re a woman now. I wish you all the joy and happiness in life. Know that I’ll always be here if you need me. and thank you for all the awesome memories, support and encouragement you’ve given me through the years. I’ll miss those times we used to talk for hours over drinks or over the phone when you were working in Singapore. I’ll miss shopping and going on ‘dates’ with you. I’ll miss us being silly and doing girly things. I’ll miss you.

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