reminisce

I woke up at 8am today, for Helmi's sake. Yeah, Iman, I and the gang planned to see him go, as in, GO.. It's not that I'm reluctant nor no hesitation occured to go sending him off, but this morning, when I wanted to get ready, reminiscence sort of hollowed me. Little by little. I ignored the feelings, I want to make Helmi feel good on the day he departs.

By the time we got there, Helmi was up in the bus already. Really, I couldn't help myself but feeling sad, which I don't know why. Maybe because I didn't get to salam him or hug him for the last time. Most of his good friends were there. Helmi came down from the bus for awhile, and hugged me and the people.

I'm going to miss him. A lot. He's laughter, stupid jack ass joke, his laserness, everything. But that's not why I'm sad for.

Is it reminisce or some sort of remorse that I'm feeling? I don't even know. It's all mixed up.