Lil Story of an Old Friend - Ivan

I used to have a friend called Ivan. A very good friend who taught me to understand about life and a lot more. He is the kindest person I've ever known. He's used to be my 'guru'. We were  inseparable but somehow time and life did us apart. After college he went to Kyiv and I ended up struggling for life (as usual). We used to contact each other frequently but eventually it died down. I kinda understand that time different is part of the issue. 

After 7 years, out of nowhere he called me and I am so damn happy to hear his voice. We make  plans to meet up during the public holidays of Kaamatan and I started to apply for leave from work. I am heading back to KK to meet him and just can't wait to hang out with him, to listen to his story and all. Just like the old days. I was super excited word can't describe enough. 

One evening, three days before our plan to meet up, my sister called and told me that Ivan is gone. As in DEAD! It was a car crashed and he died on impact. I can't utter any words. Speechless. Everything happened so fast. I lost him. Long paused. A lot of things play in my head. I wish I met him earlier. I can't breathe. I am suffocated. I can't accept it. 

I cancelled my leave, decided to be at work instead of going back home and see him for the very last time. I just want the last memories of him alive stays with me. Just like the day he left for Kyiv. I still want to believe that he is gonna come home. 

I don't care how long it's going to take... 10 years, 20 years, even for the whole of my life. I will be here to greet and hug him like always.