once upon a time, there were two friends, not just friends, Best Friends. and they had gone to battle field, there was war going on but both of them were recruited in separate troups.one day, as the gun shot continued, one of the friend was hit by bullet, with each agony he endured he remembered his friend and whispered his name.but other soldiers near him were consoling him and trying to convince his friend will not be able to make upto him.
yet in the other end, his friend had been touched soulfully, he wanted to go running to see this friend but the captain needed him in the battle field. And at night, as the war stopped, he ran towards him, just to hear him say,'i knew you would come my best friend' and he died with smile in his face on his lap.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . .
feeling the meaning of distance, love and life. . . .
dear, i dont remember the date, the place and the source of this story,. . .but u do. . . .
greatful to u and paulo now. . .
:-)
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