Bong Ricky, It's 4:44 am the day before your wake, and once again I'm awake and can't go back to sleep. I start thinking about you. And once again I can't help my tests from falling. I'm thinking about all our talks. The advice and encouragement, the lectures, educating, gossip, our past experiences, dreams and plans for the future. I'm also thinking about things we shared with each other, like the pain and loneliness in our hearts, you longed to feel unconditional love, it was there for you but in a way that you couldn't comprehend. As your "God sister", I know for a fact that you value my opinion, (but this is not an opinion this is