No one imagines that this is how life will turn out. We are born and then we grow up and then we die. Simple and yet it is a lifetime of magic, of miracles. It is a lifetime of happiness, of tears, of love. We meet people who will change ourselves for the rest of eternity and we know people who will always stay by us, no matter the cost. Always.

So somehow, I’d always believe you would always be there for me. I foolishly, naively believed that the day would come when I would wave goodbye to you as you started your new journey beyond this world and mine. I imagined myself strong and smiling.

But when the time came, I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

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