Ameera 22 Medical Student




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a hello that ends with a hello.
Sunday, November 8, 2015 • November 08, 2015 • 0 comments
 

I had a friend that wanted nothing but to shield me from the harsh truth of life, who would rather lie just to let me to see through how beautiful life is; I was 12 and he was in his teenage years. A phase of learning, battling, trying and surviving.

He would show me the constellation; Orion to find North. He would stand behind me guiding and making sure I'd never look back, asking are you okay today. I'd tell him every little problems and He'd listen to everything and understands. He laughs when I do, smiles when I'd tell him I like your taste in music. Making sure I'm alright is all that matters to him. I'd turned back once in a while, asking if he is doing alright. He would stare blankly at me, close one eye, give me a smile that lasts for a second but remains forever in my mind and lures me back to the universe. Everyday passes just as much, he'd ask if I'm happy, is my life being fair to me; I was happy when we were talking, we never had enough of each others company, but I never knew our time was running out. We'd talked lesser and lesser until one time we finally stopped talking. When I turned back, finally, you were gone and left me a note; I am leaving, I got problems that I needed to get away to, my family is breaking, my mind is in war, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, you're still young, you have a long life laid in front of you, cherish it. I wanted to say I love you, I always have and I never thought I could but this is goodbye--

I miss you, I really do my friend. I wasn't a good friend, I know. I wished I could have done better.I wished I could have been there to pick you up. Now I know how cruel is our life, my friend. You were battling but I was too blinded to see how you were hurting. I'm suppose to say sorry. I was not given the chance to say goodbye to you thus I wished to say hello again, one fine day when we both stopped hurting.


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