We were talking about lessons and losses.
We came from the same background, from the same area - and I always assumed that we would have similar vices, similar turbulences.
It was the obvious shock in his face, in his eyes when I told him about my struggle in the early parts of last year, and despite the story being told and retold over and over again, I was still surprised at the lump in my throat and the tears stinging my eyes.
I have still not forgiven myself.
"It's okay," he said. "It's a reminder to you, to become stronger - and a reminder to me to choose the paths I may be able to avoid."
And it was the first time that I had thought that my pain could also serve as a warning to others.
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