I travelled to far away lands, running away from friends, family and everyone else and I confined myself to my thoughts, to my feelings and to myself. I no longer saw any meaning of life but then I saw no reason to die as well. My dear, when the moment of my past struck me, in its highest demonised form, I felt dead, like a dead-man walking in flesh without a soul, who had no reason to live any more. A past, which shaped our future into an unknown yet exciting opportunity to revisit the lost thoughts and to break free from the libido of our lost dreams. A past, which changed us and our perception of the world. I decided to share some part of my story, of what led me here, the part we both have had in common. So I thought of something through which I hope you will remember me for a very long time. But that is what all friends do and they only qualify to remain as a part of the bunch of our loosely connected memories and that's not what I can choose to be, I cannot choose to be lost somewhere in your memories. I thought of giving you blessings and wishes for things of great value to happen to you in future I thought of appreciating you for being the way you are I thought to give sweet and lovely compliments for everything about you I thought to write something in praise of your poems and prose and I thought of extending my gratitude for being one of the very few sincerest friends I have ever had. I thought a lot about what I should write to you. “My dearest friend Abigail, These probably could be the last words I write to you and I may not live long enough to see your response but I truly have lived long enough to live forever in the hearts of my friends.
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