Here it comes my friend George, it's so good to see him with an smile on his face, It's been ages since I last saw him smile, since his depression attacked him, I think, I'll say hi to him:
"Hey, George!"
"Hi!!!"
"How are you?"
"Fine, I'm doing fine, you?"
"I'm great! I just noticed you were smiling, I'm so glad to see that you are a little happier than before, you know, because of your sickness and stuff, I thought I'd never see you smile and happy again."
"Thanks buddy! And you know what? I promise you that you'll never see me sad nor depressed again."
"Awesome! It's so good that you have such a positive attitude, so you better keep your word, uh?"
"Of course! You know I am a man who keeps his promises. Oh my god! Look at the time! I'm sorry but I gotta run, I have something very important that I gotta do."
"Mkay, George, It was good to see you this happy."
"Thanks man! Bye!"
I am so glad George is getting better, but I still don't understand why such an intelligent man like him had to suffer so much due to a stupid illness.
I cannot believe George is dead! I saw him yesterday and he was doing so good! Could it be that the very important thing he had to do was that? But... but how I could not notice what he was planning to do? He looked so well!! Goddammit!!!!
