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My first film in a theatre was with you,
So was my first date.
The first time I had a sip of alcohol,
or the first time I smoked a cigarette.
You were there in all my “first times”.
The fights we had and the love we shared.
The first time I saw what the city looked at night,
The rock concerts and the candle light dinners.
The insane fights followed by the stream of tears.
You were there in all my “zaniness”
But all this was possible only because you were there,
And never gave me a chance to feel your absence.
I took you for granted, misbehaved with you.
Like children do with their parents.
Because you are my family.
But today when I realize that you are actually going away,
For not very long but still,
I miss you and I feel sad.
Because in life you don’t easily get friends
And when you do, you don’t want to part from them.
