My old trusty sidekick, has left me. The one who lulls me to sleep at night; The one I wake up to in the morning; The one who constantly annoys me with his clumsiness, his awkwardness; The one I had come to severely depend on - has died.
We've been together for 3 years and just mere days after i decided to leave him, he dies on me. Never would I have imagined that my leaving could be such a blow to the system for him; that he could possibly die of a broken heart.
Oh, ever the hopeless romantic - my Shikamaru.
Those who know us may argue that what we had between us was nothing to brag about, and i would not even try to debate with them. Because ours wasn't a love story of any normal kind. Our relationship was nothing remotely romantic. Our meeting wasn't a serendipitous encounter like a Hollywood love story. Our paths crossed not by chance. Not by accident.
Ours was not a story of fate and destiny. Because I chose him. I wanted him. I travelled 100 miles to get to him; to hold him in my arms.
And people's random opinions can't change the fact that he was my first.
It's only fitting then - now that he's gone - that i would try to remember him for a long long time to come. No one else would miss him, I'm positive of that, like i would.
So goodbye my dear Shikamaru. May you rest in peace.
*This was destined to be a sloppy entry, with Shikamaru gone.*
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