I recently lost a friend. And you know what hurts the most? The last conversation we had was a terrible fight. After that, he was rushed to the hospital. When I learned about this, I rushed to the hospital in the middle of work. All my anger towards him, it disappeared. I said, I don't care about the fight, all I wanted was for him to get better. Then after a week of visiting him, I visited him again at the hospital, without knowing it would be the last time. A ventilator attached to his mouth. Him coughing out blood. I felt his pain. I felt so useless. The only thing I could do was pray. Saying things I know he wanted to hear. But I never get to say sorry. I never had the guts to say it. I was ashamed of the people around us. But deep inside, I really wanted to say how sorry I am. How I wish I never said those words that hurt him just because of a stupid misunderstanding. When we left, her sister texted my friend. He was gone. It feels like he just waited for us for the last time. Then the last time I saw him was him laying in a body bag, looking restless, dirty, and in pain. I never had the courage to watch him go inside the furnace. I bawled my eyes out. Crying like a baby. It hurts. Until now, I blamed myself for what happened to him. If I just let my ego down for a day, maybe he will still be alive. Maybe we are still laughing together. Eating lunch together. Bonding together. So I am not okay. I really am not. I still blame myself til this day. Wherever you are bii, I really am sorry for all the things I've said back then. I was mad. And I never should've let it get to my head. But it did. I hurt you. I hope you can forgive me. I miss you. :(