Dear Angel,

It was a sat afternoon. The sun was shining brightly and the birds were chirping merrily. I just reached the mall after travelling back from the hostel. Hungry, I decided to grab a bite.

I found myself walking towards the pasta shop. So I grabbed a seat and ordered my regular pasta. Creamy chicken, Upsized. The waiter served the food promptly. The aroma of the dish drifted to my nose. I inhaled deeply and memories flooded me.

Suddenly it occurred to me that the last time I sat in a similar outlet was sometime in february. I was still with the Force, stuck in camp while a friend left me. I couldn't be there for patriotic reasons.

It struck me that the friend would have been where I am now, like all the rest around me. This would have been an experience that the friend would not have known. My mind was full of what-ifs. The questions ran through my head over and over, as I sat there eating my meal in silence, paying my respects in solitude.

It has been a good six months hasn't it?

I am very thankful and appreciative for what I have experienced so far. Life has been good and fair to me. I promise to be the best that I can be and do good in the place of that friend to the best of my capacity.

God bless you.

May you rest in peace.

all i need is a simple lift