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"I love you" That"s the last thing I expected to hear from him. I believe he likes me. I believe he cares, but love. I doubt it. He's already five years late. If I'd met him before everything I went through, I would have believed him. I don't believe in that kind of love anymore. I am already six years late in his life. He's getting married in a few days. Nevertheless, I would always be grateful that I'd met him. I would always be grateful with whatever we had. The two weeks that I get to know him, will always be one of the moments in my life that I would cherish forever, and when I am old and eighty I would go back to the time I'd met him down to the two- three weeks we had. 

He's one of the few people that I truly trust. The one I could be brutally honest without being judge and with that he will always  be in my thoughts and prayers. I will always be praying for his happiness. I will always be his friend. The kind of friend who will be there at two in the afternnoon 'till two in the morning. 

I hope he gets his happiness, and I get mine too. I hope he'll always be happy and contented with his choices and I hope I too.

You may never find this, but if ever you accidentally read this. "Thank you, for sticking up with me today. I hope you know that you can always count on me and hey I do care about you."