To the friend who is another city or probably in another world,
I promise I wanted to come. Now that you left this world behind, you might have the answers to all the questions and I am hoping that you know where the truth lies, you know I don't lie. You know I care, more than I should.
You should probably know that I was angry with you. I thought you're biased. But I guess I am understanding what human emotions are. May be the situation was such, you had your choices, I had my reactions. I know I didn't love you enough, but I liked asking questions. I loved it when you couldn't answer whom Akbar fought the last battle with. I remember how you would come over and over again to play this game and you lost, everytime.
The precious someone, the love of your life, whom you have left behind is my responsibility now. It breaks my heart to even imagine how she'd felt the first time she saw you lifeless ( which I never had a chance to see, although I dont't regret it and I know you don't want me to either). I love her and I promise to take care of her, for you, for me, for us.
Goodbye
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