Now that you're gone, all that is left is memories.

You've left. And I find it so hard to believe and accept. I don't know when I'll see you again or when we'll sleep over together again or when we'll go to Carter's and have yummy donuts and Gogola golas and shawarma again or when we'll obsessively take pictures on my laptop webcam again or when we'll dress and sing into hairbrushes again or when we'll stay up all night and make weird names for random people such as Anuwanupoochicoochie again or when we'll prance along the 5th floor corridor sing VIP underwear songs again or when we'll pass pointless notes to each other in French class again or when we'll coo over Rojoa again or when we'll bitch about incredibly ugly people in amazingly tiny clothes again or when we'll make strange codenames for people again or when we'll compulsively chew on blocks of ice again or when we'll get drunk (me) and dance in Goa's clubs again or when we'll get ourselves temporarily tattooed on the beaches of Goa again or when we'll eat crispy chicken with tartar sauce in the shacks again or when we'll laugh at stupid lolcats and FMLs again or when we'll sing "Time of your life" on karaoke again. I'm going to miss you Akanksha Aurora. I'm going to miss you and all the hundreds of memories we've had together. I promise to make a hundred new memories with you when you come back. I love you <3