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I can’t get rid of the tears that are rolling through my cheeks. As I walk down the pavement I can see a shadow but it’s not mine, I can hear the sound of my heart beating but it’s not mine either.

How can you forget someone who has offered you so much that you can’t pay back? How can you bring a dead back to life? How can you offer greetings to someone after he has waved a ‘goodbye’ forever? Tell me if you know, I want to and even if I don’t, I have to, it’s an obligation.

If you want to know what friendship is, ask him. If you want to know what keeping secret is, ask him. If you want to know what love is, ask him. If you want to know what life is, ask him but if you want to know what gratitude is, visit me and above that, visit me if you want to know what coming back from death is.

All my life I thought hell and heaven were something we see after we were dead but he helped me know that hell and heaven existed on the earth, they’re all in our brain. If I were to worship a god, that’d be him, if it were a devil, it’d still be him for it’s not me whom you see talking to you, it’s not me who’s beating you hear when you put hands in my chest, they’re his, for he compromised his life for someone he never knew existed.

I had always thought people gave away their hearts only in movies but he was real and in literal, he did. Today he is dead but I’m breathing, I find myself foolish to call him dead. Never in my life or in another’s will I ever meet a person like him. In a world where people offer nothing but hatred and suffering, I have never found such a kind person ever since.