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April 27 EpitaphI watched Alexander on DVD, and loved it. We ppl, we lived,we died, we buried. We are nothin except wot we have done.Glory, adventrue,happiness,sorrow,hate,love...everything goes away as great ppl do, as everyone does.
To commemorate the friends we used to have, the love we used to give, the memories we used to share together.
There are some names which are always remembered, there are people who are never forgotten.
I am I, you are you. Though we are not together anymore, we still are. Your face will be recognised easily among crowd; you voice will heard even in distance; your place will never be replaced, our tacit agreement is always in our glance at the next moment when we see each other on the street.
Your name might not be mentioned on my mouth, but will be curved in my mind. I will think of u as yesterdays when we were together, I will wish your happiness as every single today when I am having the purest prayer that I can give u.
Whenever I think of u there will be smiles instead of tears on my face, trust instead of fear in my soul, and love instead of hatred in my heart.
Plz forgive me if I have ever hurt you while I am being hurt. Plz forgive me if am not able to make my promises come true. It is definitely not what I want; please believe that I wept as you do because of the great pain of losing a lovely friend who can touch ur heart.
Thank you for the wonderful memories u gave me, it will not only be told as beautiful stories to my friends, but also it’s the candle which will shine in the dark. Thank you for the love u seeded in my heart, it will grow up as a sky-high tree to lift the roof of my soul.
Please look after yourself as u looked after me; smile, play,laugh, pray, for me, for yourself. I believe there must be a lovely night that we will remember each other at the same time. I am only out of sight, but I am in your heart as long as you want it to.
This is the tomb where our hearts are. I am sorry we are not able to walk together when we are old and grey as we hoped, however, we know we loved, melted and burned. And love is and will be the same as it ever was. I bury it in the tenderest corner in my heart.
I have always loved you my beautiful friend. |
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