Dear Chammi,

Those last fifteen minutes felt like an hour.
I wished I could stop the ticking of the clock.
In that moment, all I wanted was to hold onto your voice just a little longer to memorize the way it sounded one last time.
My heart felt strangely peaceful hearing you sing, even though I knew it might be the last time I would ever hear it.
I wished I could reach through the phone and hold you for one last time.
And when the call ended, the tears I had been holding back finally fell.
Now I sit here, not even trying to wipe them off my face
I keep remembering the times you told me you loved me.
And I regret not telling you, back then, how deeply I loved you too.
I regret letting our moment end the way it did.
I will always love you.
I will carry our last conversation, our last call, with me.
You will always be remembered by me.
And a part of my heart will always belong to you.❤️