I once told God, that he'd gotten a big problem to Him, when he introduced you to me.
We were one. We were flesh and blood from the frist minute.
Now you aren't here to confirm it to me, but it doesn't matter.
I didn't love to be loved back.
I just loved you, with all my heart.
I was worried of you, your health, your heart, your relations, I prayed for your soul almost every day. I cared about your happiness, your well being, your family, your dreams and goals. I smiled when you smiled and cried with your struggles. It's the closest to Agape love I've ever got.
Realizing that you'd left here is hard, and it don't get easier.
I keep loving you, and I, honestly, don't think I'm capable of loving anyone more than I loved you,
I had this thought even before you went to live in heaven.
I had this thought since day one of our friendship.
You were so far the love of my life.
You know, this thing people spend all their lives looking for? True love?
I already found mine, and now he's gone.
I feel like I've reached the gold of the game. That precious jam. I had my love for you, and it was the greatest feeling I've ever had.
I wish someone can love me the way I loved you (for I don't think that's possible to love more), and hope I'll be capable of loving them back the same amount.
Thank you for beign here, even for so short time.
If that's allowed, come as an angel and take care of me, be close.
You'll always be in my heart.
