You were right. It hurts. It hurts like a bitch. But for one to drown in their pain, in their most private of grieves, one would have to give up. And you, or me, or anybody else for that matter, doesn't know how to do that. People never let go, forget or forgive. And this is HUMAN.

When one is looking for the Truth, you can talk to him. You can make him think, examine his own beliefs. He is full of worries, unsolved riddles and unfound solutions. You can speak and be heard.

But what if one is sure of his Truth? If he is steadfast in his beliefs, who knows without a doubt that he found his absolution and preaches it to humanity with pride? How can you show him that the Truth is not something found at the end of the road, but resembles a fast, flowing river, unending and everchanging? How can you make yourself heard and understood?

It is the biggest fault in this life of mine that I never discovered an answer to this question.

...It hurts.

Alas, this final confession of mine is too late. And it is with great sorrow that I bid you this final farewell. You will never be forgotten. That, I can promise.