Till We Meet Again

9

I wish every story doesn't have an ending. I wish every life doesn't have to end.

One week later, I woke up to a bad news.

He's gone.

I wish I could change everything from our past two years.

But I am thankful for a week that has been given to us to spend together.

He makes everyone proud by being a strong person.

He makes me love him more.

His friends came to the funeral and god, they still couldn't believe that he's gone; neither did I.

His family tried their best to keep their sorrow inside but like I said, feelings can't be buried inside if the feeling itself doesn't want to.

I would never get to hear his voice that sounds like a melody to my ear again. I would never get to see his face that makes me smile and forget about all the problems I've ever had. But my memories with him stay on my mind, playing every seconds that we ever spend together since we were kids.

So I did what he wanted me to do.

I kept his notebook that he has been writing on for the past two years.

I kept his notebook that contains his words that he's been meaning to say to me for the past two years.

Heaven knows how much I wanted to see him again, even if it's just for a minute.

But what can I do.

At least, he can stop feeling the pain that he's been feeling for the past two years.