Dear old man,

Hello.
I don't don't know why I am writing you another post. Maybe it's because our birthdays are so soon but we won't celebrate it together like we used to 7 years ago. I'm getting older and you're not. And I guess tonight is one of those nights when you casually enter my brain and force me to cry. I don't want to cry, I really don't. It's been 6 years and I look so pathetic crying over your death for God-knows how many times.

But I couldn't help it. I look for your in every man I meet. I search for at least one of your traits in every man I know. And I found nothing. I couldn't find your wittiness, your wiseness, your mischievousness or your any other traits in other people. No other man can be like you and maybe that's why I get so disappointed when people don't turn out like the way you did. I get disappointed when people don't act like the way you did. I get disappointed with the way people deal with their problems because none of them can solve their problems the way you did. I get disappointed because no one can be as good as you.

And I don't think I can admire and love any other man the way I admire and love you.

I miss you and I hope heaven's treating you well.

I'll see you when it's time for me to see you. I love you.