Jose, I love you. Goodbye forever

You were my mom cousin and a good friend of my dad's. You also were so funny. After that night I would come over almost everyday. You treated me like your own. And I loved you so much. When I had to leave I cried and cried begging my mom if we could stay longer. She said no. You told me it was ok and that we would see eachother again.

You looked around for a bit and then ran off somewhere. I put my head down and thought you weren't coming back. I felt like crying but I didn't know why. Then a basket ball came rolling at my feet. "Do you play?" You asked. I smiled and said "I bet I could beat you" "Oh, really well then come on kid." We played for a while and noticed that you let me win. After that we just talked about ourselves.

I remember the moment we met so well. I was sitting alone watching the grownups play poker. I was 8. I felt so out of place and thats when you came. 'Hey, wha are you doing out here so late alone?' You were in your 20's. You had the warmest smile. You sat down beside me, my eyes never leaving your kind loving face.

You were right. But when I did come back you were sick. Everyone was worried. But your smile hid your pain. You told me it was ok. But it wasn't. 2 months later my mom got a phone call from your mother. She was crying. My mom was crying too. I was so confused. What happened?

When they told me I didn't say a thing. Nothing left my lips. I just sat there on my bed. Tears streaming down my face, bluring my vision. I didn't care to wipe them off. My body was numb. Unable to move. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I didn't even get to tell you how much you ment to me. How much I loved you.

How could this have happened? Why did it happen? Does God even care at all? Why did this happen? Will ever see you again? I did see you again. But this time you weren't smiling. And you won't. Not ever. I denied it so many times. Called so many liars It was all just some sick lie.

But when I saw you pale, cold and lifeless. The tears showed me it was true as they fell onto your face. "Jose, is that really you?" It was. And even though I try and try to pick up the pieces from this shattered heart it keeps breaking. Unable to be fixed. Jose, I love you. Goodbye forever.

Sadly this story is entirely TRUE