
“The 3AM texts. The class tour you missed. Walking away in the middle of lectures. The pain you hid behind the words “I’m okay” and ” I don’t feel too well today”. Pain. I can’t imagine the pain you went through. I should have seen this coming. I remember our last conversation. I sensed the desperation in your voice. But I failed to ask you why. All those movie nights and sleepovers at my place. I could always see the shadow you hid behind your eyes. You weren’t there with us. No, we weren’t there for you. I knew you wanted to open up to me. The only thing you probably wanted is to be listened to. I thought you would be okay. I wanted you to pick up your pieces and move on. I thought it’s just a matter of time. Today, as I stand here at your memorial, I can’t remember the good times we had together. All I recollect is holding your cold hands, staring at your pale, dying face at the hospital. My love for you is now grief. I shall bear this burden forever. It has no place to go. Maybe one day, it’ll weigh less when I’ll be able to save someone else. I know you would have wanted that.”
Sometimes a long illness or an accident might kill someone. Sometimes the struggle to stay alive kills someone. Help out. Listen with a little less judgement. Return love. You may be the reason someone lives tomorrow.