“So, should I call you Alex now?” he asked, in a sceptical yet intrigued frown.
“Yes p-lease” I said eagerly.
“Okay then, Alex. Take care of yourself. It won’t be easy, but it will pass. Come and see me.”
I thanked him, and we hugged.
It was a fatherly hug. One I’ll never forget.
Life is ironic.
And most of the times, in a bad way.
I’m so, so, so sorry.
And it sucks.
And I’m running out of words again.