I got kicked out of the house once AGAIN. I really fucked up. it was raining when I left and it still is it's been an hour since I've been walking and yet I don't see the park me and him- oh I'm sorry you don't know who I'm talking about...I'm talking about my chimchim my old bestfriend i used to play with he moved away...my mum used to work for them...i always just hung around her until I saw him...he was sad he was the owner's son wealthy and beautiful but he looked sad and I heard it was his birthday that day I went up to him and cupped his cheeks and asked " hey isn't it your birthday today why don't you smile?" I said as a stupid little girl. surprisingly enough of my foolishness he replied "I don't want to celebrate my birthday." he sounded very cold and sad. I felt bad and left but came back with the cake I put on the candles and got the maid to light it up I came to him and yelled "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" he looked shocked but had a little smile. "no one has ever said that to me in a long time" he got up and took the knife in his hands and cut the cake and put a little piece of it in my mouth I was pretty surprised but enjoyed it. "thank you" that's all he said as he set the cake on the table and took my hand in his and ran upstairs we were in his room when he hugged me. once he broke the hug he asked " can we be friends?" my world lit up I smiled widely but shook my head faster. he frowned and asked "why?" I gulped and replied " because you look sad if you smile everyday only then I will be your friend" I got nervous when he looked at me with a highly serious look then he smiled. " okay" that's how our friendship started not long after it was my birthday and I turned 7 he gave me a gift. it was a carved half heart one said chim the other said y/n. he put it around my neck and from that day on I wore it every single day. all these memories rushed back to me so quickly but I never got his real name...the only thing I ever called him was chim or chimchim..I sighed deeply sitting on the bench we used to sit on and talk for hours and hours until one day he left his cutie and left far away from her.....I always stayed up late talking with the moon wishing that one day I'll see him...and also complaining about when it was going to happen. only memories are giving me hope for now. I sigh once again and look at the moon with tears " when am I going to meet my chim again?"