To the one who saved me.

Basically, the people who save us are the one’s who let us think free. The one’s who embrace our uniqueness and help us believe that we are not broken. They break our prejudices, restructure our concepts and help us believe in the world around- they spread their little magic into our lives. They make us wanna live. These people will stay in our life, enriching it and in the course, making us better human beings. With some we fall in love and with some we do great things. We vibe with them in ways beyond someone else could ever understand. And sometimes, we meet them perhaps only for once. And others, who stay for a while, leave behind an unforgettable mark on our soul. The skin we wear will have a part of them. Our soul will bear a fragment of theirs. And that is a matter of forever; forever indeed!

Perhaps the toughest part of some battles is fighting the impact it has on our lives. That some people are no more is a harsh reality; something that is more than tough to believe. The dreams they held on to, the words they spoke, even the thoughts that their heads carried stays in the air. They seem to exist in a parallel world from where they give us the strength to hold on. Not having them around is tougher than any words can ever explain. But life has its ways and we are left with nothing but an option to keep them alive in our hearts, where the light of their soul stays bright  forever. 

I just pray that the light you spread shows the way ahead. Thank you for saving me.