I really miss both my sister and brother.. But the thing is.. They no longer the same people whom I used to know.. I want the old them back.. I really miss them alot..
Things had went from bad to worst and to even worser.. Its getting scarier as days and weeks passes by.. Seriously.. Im not doing well.. I wanted to fight but Im afraid.. Cause I no longer could do things which I was so good at.. Instead.. I kept doing the wrong things.. Which I hated myself for it..
Sisqa.. Do you know how hurting I am hearing that people kept saying to me that you have changed alot.. From the most fragile girl who hides her tears to another new different person now.. I really do not know if its a good thing or a bad thing.. All I could blame was myself.. You would not be the new person if it was not for me.. Im to blamed for what have ever happened to you..
Mirul.. I blamed myself again.. I should have listened to Yus before.. When he profusely begged me and threaten me to leave you.. Stay away from you.. Instead.. I choose the otherwise.. I should not have believed in you.. I should not have depended on you.. I really thought you were truly a brother whom could be there for me when I need it.. But I was wrong.. No.. Its not your fault.. Its mine.. Because it was just my wishful thinking..
I used to shut myself.. Close the door to my heart as tight as possible.. Never letting anybody in.. I never trusted anyone back then.. Because I never knew what it meant by sharing.. Until one fine day.. By the chance of fate.. Allah sent me a person.. A person who looks scary but has a really big heart.. He was the first person who I shared my problem with.. He was also the only person I have ever trusted.. He was my late big bro.. God loves him more..
Things happened.. I was backstabed.. My personal problems was shared among the others like hotcakes.. It was like the greatest gossip of the year.. My pride was hurt.. I thought when I lost big bro.. I could share it with his best buddy friend Ijal.. Instead.. It was a tool he used to set me up..
Up till then.. I never trusted anybody.. No matter how hard it is.. I kept everything to myself.. Until I met Ila.. We talked and after several months knowing her.. We grew even closer.. Then.. That is when we started to trust one another.. That is when slowly.. I shared things with her.. She was the second person I ever trusted.. But when she starts to get busy with her life.. God sent me another person..
Atiqah was her name.. From hate to mutual friends to a God-Sister.. We could share every single thing.. Till something happen..
The same goes to Mirul.. A very similar story to Sisqa..
But.. We had a huge misunderstanding which was so hard to even solve it..
Im letting every single thing go.. Cause I could no longer hold on to it.. Its hard for me to let go of things.. Its been more than 6 years for me to keep remembering on big broo.. And I still feel like I lost him yesterday.. Now.. Losing both of them.. I still cannot move on with it.. Its hard for me.. And I am not sure how..