I still remember the first time I met him. It was a summer day and I was out for a walk when I saw him sitting on a bench in the park. He had a book in his hand and was deeply engrossed in reading. I couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was, with his dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
I walked past him a few times, hoping he would notice me too, but he didn’t even look up from his book. I decided to take a chance and approached him. We started talking and I found out his name was Alex. We had an instant connection and spent the entire afternoon talking about our interests and dreams.
From that day onward, we became inseparable. We went on long walks, had picnics in the park, and watched movies together. He became my confidant and best friend.
However, just as quickly as our friendship had blossomed, it started to fade away. Alex became distant and stopped returning my calls and messages. I couldn’t understand what had gone wrong.
It wasn’t until months later that I found out the truth. Alex had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and didn’t want to burden me with his illness. He had pushed me away to spare me the pain of losing him.
I wish I had known about his illness earlier. I would have spent more time with him and made every moment count. But now, all I can do is remember the wonderful times we had together and how much I miss him.
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