Seventeen years - beyond goodb

Our friendship holds seventeen years of history. Our first chapter began in kindergarten. Our first volume was filled with innocence and laughter. Every chapter carried our mischief and playfulness. But one day, strong waves separated us — not by distance, but by destiny. Still, destiny once brought us back into our second volume. You had grown mature, always protecting me from every pain. You hid your own pain because you knew me — I could never bear to see you hurt. You called us free spirits. For just one call of mine, you came to see me, to spend time with me. And now… there is no next volume. I miss you. I truly miss you. Every New Year, you would wish me — not first, but you always did. Now the year changes, and your message never comes. You have stepped into a life I cannot follow. Wherever you are, may your soul rest in peace.