You are special. There’s no one like you. You are The One.

I still remember the day. The first of January. I was happy that you came into my life. You were with me. I could feel your presence in me.
I learnt a lot from you. You taught me to live. With or without you…
Now, nothing can take you away from me. So I thought. But deep in my heart, I knew the truth.

You have gone. Far away…
You will never come back again. At least not in my lifetime.
I hate you…
I don’t want to need you.
Because I can’t have you.
You are my 8. My number. My luck.
And you are the eighth year of this millennium.
Good bye.