Not all lovely things stay

Dear Beshy,

I hope I could make you laugh the way you do it for men - that I almost died several times.
I hope I can draw those upward curves on your face - the way you plaster one on mine.
I hope I can do something, even little, for every heartache that this world gives you.

You've done too much that my doctor named you as my human anti depressant.

As this problem about proximity would eventually arise between us, I wish, with all my heart, you happiness that is genuine and that will last a lifetime.

Be chill. Be still. I'll always be here. I kid about our friendship being locked up for the next two years but what I meant was two decades, and maybe even more.

Apologies for being sentimental tonight, the sad truth about people leaving, drills again the scar inside me.
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