..... so much i can write for him but none will be able to lessen the grief and the loss which is so big that i don't think anything ever will be able to compensate for it..
....its seems like the time when he was with us is still there.....that time-frame.....just that we have moved forward.....that particular time is still there.....and he is in there.....all i can do is look at the time-frame and see how everything was......we'll keep on looking, that's all we can do.... no matter whatever happens now.....i hardly fear......but we'll never recover him....
....we used to be so good together....particularly bad to each other but still gud together.....i remember how wicked i was; when playing cricket i used to fool him for batting and as a result i became the better batsman and he the better or indeed a very good bowler......gush we used to play so much......finding places in our own house...
....the last i spoke to him was a day before his death......he wasn't ready to talk...he was complaining that i never call....i was a bit bothered by other thing so i couldn't call.....all he was expecting for me was to be like friends and exchange messages and jokes over the phone....but sometimes its like God never gave us the chance or the time.......i even first heard the new caller tune that he had put up after his passing....
....its seems like the time when he was with us is still there.....that time-frame.....just that we have moved forward.....that particular time is still there.....and he is in there.....all i can do is look at the time-frame and see how everything was......we'll keep on looking, that's all we can do.... no matter whatever happens now.....i hardly fear......but we'll never recover him....
....we used to be so good together....particularly bad to each other but still gud together.....i remember how wicked i was; when playing cricket i used to fool him for batting and as a result i became the better batsman and he the better or indeed a very good bowler......gush we used to play so much......finding places in our own house...
....the last i spoke to him was a day before his death......he wasn't ready to talk...he was complaining that i never call....i was a bit bothered by other thing so i couldn't call.....all he was expecting for me was to be like friends and exchange messages and jokes over the phone....but sometimes its like God never gave us the chance or the time.......i even first heard the new caller tune that he had put up after his passing....
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