This shall be my last goodbye to you. I am going to a better place. I'm going somewhere, where no one wants to go but ultimately everyone has to.
I know I've never been a good friend to you, so my existence doesn't matter. I know you've done a lot, contributed so much to this friendship and all I have done is rant, made excuses and whatnot. Maybe I deserved this, maybe somewhere deep down I knew I'm going to lose. I was never a winner per se but I never wanted to lose in this way. But it's what the people say, What goes around comes around. You remember those days, when you and me and me and you all alone used to spend afternoons in that park and used to have our own brunch. You used to make sandwiches, me on the other hand used to make a mess and you used to scold me for that. I did that because I liked being scolded by you. I liked being taunted by you. It's been 3 years now, we haven't talked. I went abroad and you stayed here. You tried to stay in touch and I just chose the thrill of life. You used to call me everyday, checking up on me. And what did I do, I just made my life worse. It's been 3 years now. I still wait for your message, everyday. Have been waiting for 3 years now. I hope you're alright. I never had the balls to text you. I hope you're happy and safe. This shall be my last text to you, my hands frozen, my eyes pale, my hair hahaha, no hair there, gotcha. This chemo is a bitch. If I had one wish, I would wish for a new life and be reincarnated as the same me with you, but this time you and me and me and you. This shall be my last goodbye to you. I am going to a better place.
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