"It takes you seconds to meet a person, but a life time to forget him," I never knew the meaning of those words only a few weeks ago when my friend died in a tragic car accident.
             I should have known the day we met, that his life on earth would not be long. I should have known that our passionate relationship would not last forever. Moreover, I should have known that his loss would not be painless. However, in the end who should I blame? Zahi is GONE, crying will not bring him back, weeping over his grave will not change that fact, and in addition, ignoring his awful death will definitely not be the medication for my permanent emptiness.
             Not only was Zahi a great friend who taught me how to live happily, but he was also Lebanon's champion cyclist. He was a CHAMPION, who had one dream: SUCCEED. He achieved during seventeen years more than a person could accomplish during seventy. Apart from this, not only was he a fun, sociable and gregarious person, but also industrious and assiduous. Mainly, he was the charming prince who girls dream about I mean, what more does a woman desire than a funny, athletic and intelligent man?
             "Unpleasant joke!" were my words after I heard from his cousin the shocking news. Frustrated and irritated were my feelings when I started analyzing the facts, anxious and angry I was when days later I finally understood his loss. "Maybe he is happier now," said a friend. HAPPIER? How could he be HAPPIER? He was the happiest person I knew not only did he make everyone cheery, but he also made me happy. Now, as I find myself unnerved and demoralized in this lonely world, I am trying to preserve his image by the beautiful memories he left behind in my heart. The more time passes, the more I ask myself if he can ever be replaced. Maybe he can, at least that is what I am trying to convince myself to overcome his d
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