My best friend...
After a really long time, I've had an urge to write about something. So please excuse my mistakes and the lack of flow this article will have, because this post is dedicated to one of the best friends I've ever had and I miss him so much every minute of every day and I know I will for the rest of my life. And when I start with what he meant to me and how much he taught me, I can go on and on.
My best friend taught me to love endlessly, he taught me how to be happy with simple things, he kept him pain inside and was always happy. He never gave up on me, no matter how badly I treated him or how I ignored him. When I was sad, he wouldn't wonder if he was intruding or interrupting my thoughts. He wouldn't give me advice, or offer to beat people up for me, but would sit and be sad with me. He would let me hug him and that took away so much of my hurt. He always had time for me. Always. There was never a moment when I needed him and he wasn't there.
We grew up together. When we were younger, my father would weight both of us and then measure our heights. For a while, I beat him. But not for longer. He was taller and fatter than me. It wasn't surprising. He was better than me at everything we did. But I never wondered why he chose me as his friend. He made me feel like I was the most amazing person on earth.
He meant so much to me. And when he left, it was like there was this hole in my heart. That no one could fill ever. I remember coming home one day. We had both grown considerably by then. I was 20 and you were....well I don't know how old you were. I just assumed that you would be around forever. I came home from the trip, all ready to talk to you, and wake you up if I had to, to tell you about the trip and how much I had missed you and thought about you on the trip. But you never gave me the chance to.
Mom had to be lying when she told me you were no more. I refused to believe it. I ran around the house calling for you. But you never came. And then it hit me, that you always came. You always answered to me, you always rescued me. You would never let me cry. And there I was, crying like a baby, but you didn't come. It could only mean one thing....that you had indeed moved on.
We had buried everything with you. I had nothing as a keepsake. But it did not help. Because everyday, all I did was think about you and how I never got to say goodbye.
Mom told me we were moving. I didn't want to. You didn't know the new house. And I wasn't sure your spirit could follow us there. I sat on the swing at night and all I could think of was how I would sit on the swing and you would run up and down, along the path of the gate. And when I came home, I would often find you in the swing. Mom would get mad, but we both couldn't stay angry for long when you came running to greet us with your wagging tail and happy eyes.
And I can only hope, that when I die, you greet me the same way.
I love you Julius Caesar Desai. Always will.
My best friend taught me to love endlessly, he taught me how to be happy with simple things, he kept him pain inside and was always happy. He never gave up on me, no matter how badly I treated him or how I ignored him. When I was sad, he wouldn't wonder if he was intruding or interrupting my thoughts. He wouldn't give me advice, or offer to beat people up for me, but would sit and be sad with me. He would let me hug him and that took away so much of my hurt. He always had time for me. Always. There was never a moment when I needed him and he wasn't there.
We grew up together. When we were younger, my father would weight both of us and then measure our heights. For a while, I beat him. But not for longer. He was taller and fatter than me. It wasn't surprising. He was better than me at everything we did. But I never wondered why he chose me as his friend. He made me feel like I was the most amazing person on earth.
He meant so much to me. And when he left, it was like there was this hole in my heart. That no one could fill ever. I remember coming home one day. We had both grown considerably by then. I was 20 and you were....well I don't know how old you were. I just assumed that you would be around forever. I came home from the trip, all ready to talk to you, and wake you up if I had to, to tell you about the trip and how much I had missed you and thought about you on the trip. But you never gave me the chance to.
Mom had to be lying when she told me you were no more. I refused to believe it. I ran around the house calling for you. But you never came. And then it hit me, that you always came. You always answered to me, you always rescued me. You would never let me cry. And there I was, crying like a baby, but you didn't come. It could only mean one thing....that you had indeed moved on.
We had buried everything with you. I had nothing as a keepsake. But it did not help. Because everyday, all I did was think about you and how I never got to say goodbye.
Mom told me we were moving. I didn't want to. You didn't know the new house. And I wasn't sure your spirit could follow us there. I sat on the swing at night and all I could think of was how I would sit on the swing and you would run up and down, along the path of the gate. And when I came home, I would often find you in the swing. Mom would get mad, but we both couldn't stay angry for long when you came running to greet us with your wagging tail and happy eyes.
And I can only hope, that when I die, you greet me the same way.
I love you Julius Caesar Desai. Always will.
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