14-7-2009

Matthew Grindstaff is leaving. I don't know much about him, he didn't tell me anything about him at all, but I'm sure he's the most honest friend I've met, and probably one of the most honest people in the human history.

He taught me lots of things, he corrected my English. He's much better than those teachers I had.

He talks funny, he makes me laugh; I don't think I have told him before.

I'm losing a friend. It hurts more than losing 10 lovers. I'd rather be raped, be punched, be killed, but I don't want to lose a friend like that.

When he told me about this, I was shocked, I didn't know why because I just met him a couple weeks ago. But I like him more than those friends I've know for 6-7 years.

I'm still crying. He told me to forget him but I won't, I can't even though I want to. Memory will stay in my mind until my heart stop beating, and my children will remember a friend made their mother cry.

Now when I look at difficult words I think about him. He always uses words I don't know, and I usually collect them and I'll memorize them soon. Just then, I look at my collection and I cried, and when I looked at some new words he appeared in my mind. Probably for the rest of my life I'll remember him when I see every new words.