I know things haven't been the best for you lately but I hope that one day you will see that there is no sun without you and me. Out of my own stupidity and utter disbelief I said, "get lost nobody wants you."

Knowing you, you gladly listened. I was asked to apologize but instead you walked up to me and said sorry instead. My shame hid my sorrow and weariness. I thought that even though everything was fine there was still a crack in the atmosphere.

A ripple, a drop of water. A ripple, a drop of blood. When The atmosphere started to crack everything around it started to crack also. The space between us was destroyed and crumbled. The only way we could meet each other was if we stepped through the forbidden boundary. But we weren't prepared of what we foresaw ahead.

Our own tragedy blinded us from the harsh yet faithful facts of reality. If I recall you almost fell and never came back up the pit. And yet of what I have to fathom about it, there were no objects in your way. But you fell because your own body wanted you too. But yet you decided to not stand down you decided to come back up and persevere. You started to keep walking. But you didn't know that you were walking to your own death.

As the coward I am I stayed behind watching from afar because if you were in danger I would be there.  A robbery was in session but you walked through the crossfire as if no bullet, nothing can ever touch you. Nothing could ever break you but you didn't accept the very truth that could. You can break yourself. Literally and figuratively. I tried to contemplate how to tell you but you kept on distracting me from the claws of reality. Or perhaps I distracted myself? You kept on telling me silly little stories that I will always remember and pass on from generation to generation.

We were extraordinary because we both tried to help each other and be happy around each other. I acknowledge the fact that you kept trying and trying until one godforsaken day you couldn't take it anymore. You died of a broken heart. Till this day I still think it is my fault.

You desperately asked me with your last breath to keep telling our everlasting stories and pass them on. I complied and did just that. So if you ask me the meaning Of life or how I still live after all this guilt, I would just reply with this simple yet delicate answer that not only I will know the vast meaning to, but everyone will soon enough. And that answer would be one word; You.