Express Love while you still can
One day, just before war was over,
my best friend Frida died....
my best friend Frida died....
3 days before her 20th birthday...
I was standing by her empty bed.
I was standing by her empty bed.
My arms were empty, my brain was empty... my heart was -
filled with pain.
I was struck with the pain of seeing that someone who was the world to me, who I loved more than life, someone who knew all of my dreams,
is not here anymore....
I learned that there are times when
there isn't any more.
No more hugs,
no more lucky moments to laugh and full around together,
I was struck with the pain of seeing that someone who was the world to me, who I loved more than life, someone who knew all of my dreams,
is not here anymore....
I learned that there are times when
there isn't any more.
No more hugs,
no more lucky moments to laugh and full around together,
no more borrowing each others clothes,
no more dreaming about what we want to be when we grow up,
no more phone calls just to chat,
No more "just one minute"
Sometimes, what we care about the most goes away.
Never to return.
I could not believe it. I didn't want to believe it.
When she died, the part of me has died.
The dreams I shared with her, the secrets only she knew... and the beauty of her favorite color, color of the summer sky....
no more phone calls just to chat,
No more "just one minute"
Sometimes, what we care about the most goes away.
Never to return.
I could not believe it. I didn't want to believe it.
When she died, the part of me has died.
The dreams I shared with her, the secrets only she knew... and the beauty of her favorite color, color of the summer sky....
I didn't have a chance to say enough "I love yous" to her. She deserved those words.
19 years of life that we shared....
19 millions of loving moments...
19 thousand laffs...
19 hundred tears...
19 phone calls a day.....
would all fit into one big hug and one "I love you... you are my summer sky"
But I never had a chance to say the one "I love you" that could maybe, save her life.
I was powerless....
would all fit into one big hug and one "I love you... you are my summer sky"
But I never had a chance to say the one "I love you" that could maybe, save her life.
I was powerless....
she died... in between cold hospital walls, without proper care.... because there were too many people to care for.... too many solders, too many children wounded in the war... too little doctors and too little friends to hold her hand.
There was no U2, playing her favorite song 'Desire'.... there was no heartshaped candle that she loved the most, noone to say that she is ok despite what happened, she was all alone, in between cold hospital walls…
so she left this painful place, without that one special "I love you" that could save her life...
Say "I Love You."
Life is precious... Life of a friend is precioulicious!
It feeds two hearts.
I learned how important is when your friend gives you heart, to care for it and fix it when it's broken
and to take good care of it when it's sick.
This is true for friendships... and marriage
Some things we keep --
like a precious photo of a old gramma,
or a memory we grew up with.
There are just some things that we keep - and grow....
Say "I Love You."
Life is precious... Life of a friend is precioulicious!
It feeds two hearts.
I learned how important is when your friend gives you heart, to care for it and fix it when it's broken
and to take good care of it when it's sick.
This is true for friendships... and marriage
Some things we keep --
like a precious photo of a old gramma,
or a memory we grew up with.
There are just some things that we keep - and grow....
like a bank account, a plant, a dog (even with a broken leg),
a child and a friend.... no matter what, we keep them.
We keep them because they are worth it,
Because we cherish them!
Life is important,
and so are the people we know
And so, we keep them close!
We keep them because they are worth it,
Because we cherish them!
Life is important,
and so are the people we know
And so, we keep them close!











