In Love With My Best Friend

Losing someone who cannot be replaced by anyone else is harder than losing millions of dollars. I have been deeply affected by my experiences learning to overcome all of the emotional disturbances, finding that there are things that cannot be forgotten, and gaining knowledge about the uniqueness of the friendship. When my best friend Ilija told me that he and I were going to go to Chicago on a dinner date. I didn’t know how much my life would have changed completely till I realized I was almost going to lose him.

We friends but not just your average friend you see here and there, we were best friends. There wasn’t a single thing we didn’t do together, whether it was playing soccer, walking on the street acting crazy, ditch school for what ever reason one was tired or something was going on in the Chicago that one or both didn’t want to miss. We had the best times together, but unfortunately life almost took all that from me. Sometimes I still catch myself asking why it had to happen, my best friend, a person who I trusted with everything, the one person who knew exactly how to make me happy even when I was mad at him, the one person who made everything seem so simple but would create some of the best moment in my life. He was the type of friend who would give everything in his power in order to strengthen our friendship, even though there was nothing that could weaken it.

It was June 14, 2011. I will never forget that day. He came over excited for our little date out in Chicago. We told my parents bye and that we were going out to Greek-town for dinner a restaurant called Pegasus and after we were just going to walk around the city.

It was only an hour drive to the restaurant but it seemed a lot shorter while we were laughin...

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...soft whisper, “hey there sleepy”

I replied, “Hi, do you want a drink of water? Should I get the nurse? Do you need anything?”

He answers, “no I’m okay, she was just in hear not to long ago, but yes I would like something my girlfriend to lay next to me if that’s not to much to ask!” I was scared at first of hurting him, but in the same moment Ilija wincing in pain, scooted over and pulling me toward him. Being able to lying down in his arms felt like the best place in the world. Nothing around us seemed to matter in that moment as if we were in our own bubble and we didn’t here the constant high pitched peeping of machines or nurses. Imagining that I was back in Chicago enjoying the warm summer evening with him, sitting on the cool prickly grass of Millennium Park watching people go by one by one. My perfect moment before things almost took a turn for the worst.