guacamole.don't think too much.

we used to sit in the last row of our 10A classroom. your desk didn't have the fake wooden covering so you would always draw on mine. now that i think back on it, we used to communicate a lot through the writings on the desks. too bad all those 2b-lead conversations are bleached off and gone. plus, we're continents and oceans away from our home right now. it doesn't matter anymore.

it was only the beginning few months of sophomore year, but i wasn't in a very good state of mind due to the sudden absence of a sibling to fight with at home. it was lonesome and heart-tugging. plus, it was also the first year we started taking our AP courses. supply and demand will always have a special place in my heart (despite how much i didn't like econ during that time).

one day as i was ranting to you about life ( your ear and heart are always open, i am amazed at your patience and understanding of me), you wrote the words "guacamole" in beautiful, dark cursive. then you added "don't think too much" underneath it in a smaller font. it was a variation from lion king's "hakunamatata: it means no worries for the rest of your days."

thank you for writing on my desk that day. suddenly, these words came to me today. i miss you a lot but i'll see you soon this december.until then, i'll try to stay positive and less reminiscent.