He has gone for a month... but whenever I think about him, I will cry uncontrollably. I guess that's just human to do so. I will pass by his grave everyday. When it's time for his class, I really miss him... his voice, his laughter, his silly acts trying to provoke me into anger, miss him complaining about school, miss him picking up fights ... not that serious lar....
It's so hard to explain in words but I just miss him... a lot! I still argue with my inner soul that he's only 15... why now? I guess he cannot be flushed out from my system. He will always have a place in my heart.
He made me realized that in regardless of faith and race, caring for one another is very important. Nobody should be judged by his or her skin colour.
You'll always be in my heart, Shazmil... or better known as Syazwan.