#83.
If I saw you now, I would tell you. I would tell you that no matter how hard it got, you shouldn't give up. But it's late. Too late. 

Loving someone like that, I can't say I could possibly imagine how you felt crazy about her. Even though she was taken. When you were here, with us, we all thought you were mental, absolutely psycho for loving her, when it was so impossible for you two to work. How you went through so much shit for her, we all just imagined that she was using you for her own benefits. But I can see now. That you saw something else in her. Something that no one else could ever possibly give you.

But again. Impossible. And now that you've left us. Took your own life. We all miss you, so much. If I had been there. I would have yelled at you so bad, I would have reminded you of everything that you had to live for. But obviously, I can't. I'm sorry. So for now, all I can say, is MS, rest in peace. Taking your own life does not mean the end. Maybe you'll meet someone else, up there, in heaven. But just for you to know, everyone else down here misses you a hell of a lot. And we'll make sure to get your final letter to her. Safe, and sound.

Even though I'm hell curious of what you could have written to her, after leaving this world with her name literally on your heart, we'll do what we can, to let her understand the intensity of the emotions you felt for her.

Forever, you will be my brother, in life or in death, you will be my brother.
Trai tim ben le. Laugh it up, monkey. You got hit by a car trying to get it. Ahaas.
#20062010. Mahinder Singh. Rest in Peace.

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