I'm a pretty lousy friend, but this time, for once I will not leave. This time I'll stick. I promise. I am going to do as much as I can to help you pull through this difficult period of time. It pains me so much when I think of your face crumpling not in laughter, but in complete sadness, tears flowing uncontrollably, your heart shattered into pieces. I think of you in that state and I cry and cry and cry because you are my parallel. We've always laughed together and made stupid jokes of the same frequency. Yet we can still carry a solid, serious conversation and maybe I never told you this, maybe I never showed it, but you mean so much to me.
Never miss an opportunity to tell the ones you love how much they mean to you because one day they'll be gone, just like that, and you would never have had the opportunity to say what's in your heart. It's scary how sudden things happen. Just on Tuesday you and me were having lunch together and talking about stuff, laughing and catching up a little after not really hanging out for a while. You looked so pretty that day. And then Wednesday you didn't come and I never asked you why, I feel so guilty for that. I should have asked you why.
Allah always gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers, and I know you will believe it in time to come. Because you are strong. I know it in my heart.Pick yourself up and carry on and I will help you. I will help you. Things will never be the same again, but I pray for you and the rest of your family. I wish you all the best. We're always hardly serious and doing stupid teasing but I pray to God you and your mother pull through. I love you.
For Natasha.
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