永远的朋友（2）
I knew 1 was going to lose him, but I didn’t know it would be so hard to overcome the feelings that he left me with.
We were friends, not just regular friends, but we were best friends, which explains everything. We would do everything together, such as play soccer, play piano and guitar, walk on the street and act crazy, run away from home and hide somewhere, ditch school and throw a party on Monday.
We had the best time together, but unfortunately life took all that from me. Sometimes I ask myself why it had to be him, my best friend, a person who trusted with everything, a person who knew what to do to make me happy, a person who was the best part of my life. He would give everything in order to strengthen our friendship. He was a friend who will always be in my heart.
It was the night of April 14, 1999. I will never forget that day. He came to me showered in tears. He looked very sad. “What’s going on, why are you so depressed?” I asked.
“I’m, I’m going, and I’m going to...” he said slowly.
He stopped talking, I didn’t know what was going on in reality, but he knew it, because within the last couple of months he was having trouble breathing. That didn’t bother him much until that moment when he visited a doctor. I looked at his eyes, and I saw his blue colored eyes blurring into shadows of a dream. I understood what was going on, but I didn’t cry, because I knew if did, that would really hurt his feelings. I looked at him again and said, “Everything will be just fine； you just have to take proper care of yourself.” Inside of me, the flame of sadness kept burning and I was barely keeping my tears from falling, but I knew I was strong enough to handle myself.
That moment was followed by a joke, which I don’t really remember. In order to make him laugh and make his emotions go away, I began telling some really good jokes. He started to laugh very hard, but he coughed too. That was the last time I saw him laughing that hard，that happy, that sad at the same time.
On the same night I got a call from him, asking me to go and see him，because he wasn’t feeling very well. We were always there for one another, so I went there. He looked all white, and his blue eyes didn’t see to be very happy. I was trying to fool myself， and kept repeating in my mind that everything was going to be all right. I couldn’t make myself to believe that it was really going to happen.
It was 2: 30 am when he finally told everyone to go and leave the two of us alone. He started talking. “I know what’s going to happen next, but you don’t worry... I’ll be all right, because God is going to take care of me. And don’t be sad. It’s not like we’re not going to see each other again?”
He asked me to hold his hand hard, and he also