I couldn't help myself.I phoned her.She picked up as soon at it ringed.We both were quiet.You might think what the message was. It read as this follows; . . "I miss you so much,anfad.I don't know why i am this sad.I miss you.I miss you a lot.I did tell you everything that life did offer to me and that's why i thought you should know this too.Few months back i had a emotional trauma.I couldn't help myself.I wished you could help me in this.I couldn't get over it.I had to consult a psychiatrist.I went alone.I couldn't let my parents involve.I knew i couldn't go by myself.But i had none,rather than me.She was a friend actually.She did name this as a disorder.She said i had a grief left in my mind,that i can never forget.Little did she knew that it was all you.I love you and i miss you so much..Don't consider me diseased ok?,I am perfectly alright.Study a lot and become a doctor like we wished.I want you and that'll be my cure,no matter what the disease is." . The second message read that, "I knew i had craved for many chances.Is it too late to ask you for one more?.I wished i couldn't have told you all this.I can't just delete this message.Don't tell anything regarding the mental breakdown i had to my parents ok?,you know them well,that would not do good." . . The third message read, "Bye,take care and " . . I had to wipe of the drops of water the screen had,to dial her number.