It is very sad that people realize how important things are after they are gone. I had a nightmare last night and it was unbearably horrible. Someone with whom I did everything, someone who was always there for me, but someone whose value I took for granted, died. He was not a real person, but I knew for some reason that he was a very important person to me. He had an image of a giant monster. I remember his features vaguely, but the feelings seem so near as if I can touch them. When he died because of me, I couldn't resist but crying out loud. It suddenly struck me how fragile and meaningless I am without him. If only I could go back time...

Cherish your friends, the moments you spend with them. Once they are gone, you will be empty in heart and soul.