Life is short, and with what happened, I realized that the maxim is true. You will never know when will be your last laugh, your last cry, your last breathe. Up from this moment, his enthusiasm is the only thing I could envision. And not accepting perhaps is due to what I used to see, that “dying” is intended more for the old ones, and never given a thought that it is really inevitable that even young people can’t deny it.
Actually until now I feel guilty. Maybe as friends we used not to communicate that often, and as me, the one who always awaits for the text got it all wrong this time. Upon waiting for him to remember me, I wasn’t able to think that maybe, it’s him who waits for me to do the retention. And I sucked. Really, I don’t know if I’m selfish for not wanting him to go or I’m just unready for his departure. But either, I don’t have a choice but to face the fact that a friend died. My friend died.
Chuva, for all the annoyance that you had brought, for all the tears you caused because of the undying laughter, for all the hardship that we exerted every time we grouped ourselves in every activity, friend I salute you. You taught me how to aim high and never be discouraged by the things around me. By imparting courage, you enlighten me to go after my goals. And thank you. Now, the only person I know who have the same thought and dreams like mine has already gone, but your memories that have been engraved to my mind would live forever. You may never know how much I love you. But I think you know that being your friend is one of the colorful things happened in my college years. Thank you and goodbye..
