I remember the time when both of us were kids . Small innocent kids. He lived beside my house , yeah he was my neighbour. But he wasn't like the bad boy next door. He was a good guy , still is.
I was a little bit shy back then. So I never talked to him. My parents and his were friends so we attended parties at each other's house.
One day my mom had prepared us noodles and that was the first time I talked to him. He was spilling them instead of eating and I showed him how to eat them properly. That was the time when we became good friends. It's quite amazing you know, how a single moment can change your attitude towards life. From then we spent our time together until one day I had to go faraway from him. I smiled at those sweet memories but the smile didn't last long.
