Yes,I dreamed the so what called 'bestfriends'.
Those memories we shared.
The moments when you and I were still close to each other.
We promised to hold each other's hand and fight for SPM.
We promised each other to face the challenging future after SPM.
And..
I dreamed about what happened among us,that broke us apart.
All the promises were broken..
I cried for days but they never know.
I was wrong but I don't deserve that.
I don't know what had made them no longer understand me and my feelings.
I trusted them,but they hurt me.
It was my fault but it can be forgiven.
When you use your rationality to think of it,it may be wrong but there's no need to end a friendship and hurt a friend.
At last,
I faced SPM without them.
I was all alone.
I was near the corner watching them having fun and chatting about issues I would never get a chance to know.
I woke up from my bed..
It was a nightmare.
But,it was also a flashback.
And it actually had happened on me.
It was a nightmare,but it had happened and it is a pass in reality.
A broken friendship.