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I sat on our bed with a bottle of cologne, sniffing the nozzle. A tear slipped from my left tear duct.
"You okay, hun?" he asked.
"Yeah... It's just the last thing I have to remember my best friend," I replied. "It's the anniversary of his death."
"Oh sweetie," he said wrapping me in his arms.
"He died in a car accident with his mom; his dad killed himself to be with his only honorable son and beloved wife," I whimpered.
There was something I could never admit: how much I really loved him. He and I were as close as siblings. We were always together, always open about everything. I, however, was not open about my love. I still love him, even fifteen year later when married with two beautiful little girls.
I miss my best friend. I miss you... Camilo...
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