Her. Again.

Maybe you guys bored about Devina-ish posts. Yes, I wrote about her so many times. This time is her time, again.

What did you do to me, Dev? You made me write about you (it'll sound romantic if I'am a boy and wrote so much things about you) ;(

Actually, since I graduate from high school it's like I'm already free and spread my wings. I don't even care or miss with my school mates (you know what I feel about this love-hate relationship with this school). But, slowly some of them started to text me, ask me, said that I become arrogant, and they admit that they miss me. Then from that moment, I feel s-a-d. Yeah, so weird even for my self.

I started to realized that I'm nothing without them. You know, we've through a lot of screw-shit-drama together. Side by side. And it's actually Devina is the one who make me think that I'm such a terrible person for trying move on from my high school life. She posted our photo with a lovable caption, and even the caption made me cry too. It's kinda shameful, and I feel sorry for my self for being like that. So from that, I started to reply all the text messages they sent, and start to rebuild this.

I'm so thankful that because I have her (I don't know what's her thoughts about our friendship, but I hope she'll see me as a sister instead of friend). She can somehow, makes me to touch the ground again. I'm blessed that I know her.

And I'm so sorry to all my friends, my dear dearest friends, that I screw up. I'm sorry I can't be the friend that you wanted me to be. I'm sorry I sometimes act too much, and I'm sorry because I let you all down.

Now I realize, that closest friends are truly your unrelated family. We may not have the same blood in our vein, but they surely know how to be a family. They know you than your self. Weird, huh?

Thank you, Devina, to make me be a better person now. I'll try to be better and better so when we meet one day, you'll see me as a whole new better Nita. I hope a very good luck for you, and one day we'll meet as a grown up lady like Audrey Hepburn.

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