Two days ago, my friend’s girlfriend died at a very young age of 25 years old. She was older than me by one year but I could clearly feel she was way mature than her age, which is not a bad thing. We weren’t close but I got the chance to have small talks with her when we were alone in the room of our boyfriends’ place. We’d agree on how the two of them (our boyfriends) don’t look like each other and how handsome (we’re biased) the other one is. We’d talk about their flaws but we still love them anyway and how great it is to be in love with them.
Truthfully speaking, I didn’t know her that well but the thought that she has passed away is so surreal, even looking at her sleeping face in that casket, it felt like she’s would wake up any time soon. I have no parting words nor do I have any amazing stories to tell for we never had a great adventure like her other friends but, that small talk we had about comparing boyfriends and the words our friend (her boyfriend) said during the service last night, no words could express how much he loved her and how she loved him, and that with that thought in my head, I truly hope that our friend will one day smile when we talk about her someday.