UNTIL NEVER
It was raining,again...Autumn is time when usually you can't escape from water driping from the sky.He always keep telling this to everyone who was so stupid to complain about this to him.He is photo-maniac.How many pictures he have?His wife and daughter?One God can tell this.It was so boring every day see those pictures and listen:
"Oh,look at this one!Eliciais soooooooo cute!Like her mother"
Only answer which I can gave was:
"Stop that Meas!I saw it yesterday"
"Awww,really?"
"Yes,like last week,last month and all those 4 years since your daughter borned"
Yes,but now I can't say 'he is',now-'he was'...He died last year.That bastard left his wife and daughter all alone.There was just one bullet wound,straight into the heart.But if he loved his family like he said,he had to fight harder.Perhaps,love still was to small if he left them alone.
In funeral Elicia was crying.She is to small now to understand why they are burying her daddy.He was my best friend.So long that I don't remember since when.But I didn't cry.Half of me hate him for what he did to his family and for those unfilled promises to each other.He promised so much,first time when we were just a boys...that he always will be there,for me.Liar.He was to weak and there is no place in this world for weak people.He every day,about 100 times said to me to get a good wife and marry that he can be my bestman.I always was mad about those type of relics,but still I'm very sorry that I was to late,because I can't imagine another man standing next to me that day.Its seams,that she can't either.
I miss his smile and his pictures every morning when I went to the office.It's so close that I almost hear his footsteps in the corridor.I'm crazy man,I know,he always was telling this to me.
I don't believe in God,but I want to believe that there is such place where we will meet again,face to face,maybe someday.
1919.11.6/Monday