I remember the first time we met, it was 2010. We were on the same class at that time. I thought you were a stuck-up, spoiled rich boy. That's why we didn't get along so well in the first semester. But, one day, we had this assignment and we were the only ones left without a group, so we decided to make a group of our own, just the two of us. From that day, i was wrong about you, i misjudged you. You were not the person i thought you were. And we started to be friends from that day, and i never wanted to be in another group without you.
We would go out and hang out every weekend or come over every lunch hour to my office and we would just talk about anything, catching up stories, from work, life to love-life, even if we just met the day before. You were such a good listener.
You always thought that birthdays are important, you always wanted to give surprises to your friends whose having a birthday. You would bought a cake and surprised them in a middle of night on their birthday. Until it's time for mine, there was a knock on my door at midnight, and there you were with a cake, but you never ate them because you're always watch over your figure :D.
We had this 5 years of friendship, i know it's only 5 years, and i was hoping that we'll be friends for a long time. But God had another plan for you. You got sick, and it's gotten worse. You never told anyone every time you got sick, until last week, where you laid on that bed with your pale skin and it's hard for you to speak. But you smiled when i came and you remembered me, and you spoke the word that you always called me, "ndut". I know it took a lot of your energy to smiled and greeted me, but you did that. I tried not to cry when i saw you, and threw a little joke on you, you tried to laugh, but it was hard, i realized that. So i told you to sleep, and you did. I came home and i couldn't stop crying and thinking about you. I was expecting a miracle :(
Sunday night, i tried to called you and your sister picked up the phone, she was crying on the other line, i had a bad feeling about that and i couldn't help crying over the phone, i didn't care, i just couldn't hold it. And that was it, you left us. A part of me died when i heard the news. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there and cried. A flashback memories came back, the good times we had, the laugh we shared, it all came back that night. I couldn't believe that you would never came back again. You're always there when i needed you and now you wouldn't be there anymore.
I rushed to your house the next morning, but i was too late, and i couldn't see your face for the last time. All i can see was your headstone with your name written on it.
You're in a better place now, you'll no longer feel pain. It's hard for the people you left, but it was for the best. You were a good friend anyone can have. You have touched everyone's heart you've met with your kindness and your sincerity. You were loved. I remember your aunt said to me "it's good to know that Vicko had such good friends who care about him" and i replied "He was a good friend and a brother to me, he would do the same."
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| Yes, like you wrote on your status "Someday, Will be Amazing" |
Thank you for the friendship, you'll be greatly missed. I remember there's a saying, "only the good die young". You've done enough Vicko, you did well, now it's time for you to be happy up there, no more sadness, no more drama, because you said you've had enough of it and now you're home, happier than ever and you'll always stay young. I know you always wanted to be remembered as you were when you're alive. Wait for me there because someday we'll be reunited again.
Rest in Peace Vicko (20 February 1985 - 12 April 2015)
