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People come, and people go. For some reason, education or work, I have left one place to another. Then different people company with me in a certain period, and few turns out to be ever lasting. I do not know how can I keep such a friendship when we have respective life styles, communities with a long distance. I think those things beyond my contrivance. So, I am sad.

Life has many stages, and in different ones some thing is valuable to us. I am afraid that the thing I throw away now will never return. Time has seen my great changes from hairdo, dress style, tongue to morals and values. But no matter what changes do I make, I can always hear “you are like someone I ever know” from different people.

I wonder whether I am so plain-looking or people are used to recall the thing passed away. I remember the ones ever said me like someone, and I do not only miss them, my dear buddies, but the days shared with them as well. Maybe the time we shared is what I am afraid to lose but has slowly faded from my mind.

“Hey, you are like someone.”

“Yeah, I know.”