I started reminiscing
One semester
One professor
Asks us, his students
To introduce ourselves

Which also includes answering this,
"How would you describe yourself in 8 words?"

I'll say these words,
Devoted
Imaginative
Ambitiously
Lively
Hopeful
Enthusiastic
Liberated
Persevere."

When all it means is this
Depressed
Introvert
Anxious
Lovelorn
Hopeless
Exhausted
Lukewarm
Paranoid.

But do they know that?
No, course not

Why should I let them know?
That that was the day
I started being suicidal.

After his class,
I decided to be the last one to get out
But my professor asked me
Before I open the door
He said,

"Is all those 8 words true?"

I don't know what to say.
What does he mean by that?
Did he figure it out?
and then he added,

"I envy you. You're still young
you can do the things I regretted not doing
So before you left this room
make sure to live those 8 words."

And my instinct took over and just replied,

"Yes Sir, thank you."

I walked out from that room
feeling a little uneasy.
Guilt and shame.
That was it.
Because I lied.
I never told anyone the real 8 words
that describes me.

By the way
Next morning
He died.

He hanged himself.

Am I the last one he talked too?
Should I visit his funeral?
Should I cry for him?
I wanted to know why he did that
So when I finally knew his address
I decided to go and try to see

The place where he lost his life.

On the gate where the mailbox is located
A newly delivered postcard was sent to him
A day after he died.

I saw a picture of a woman and man
He was the man
And I don't know the woman.

But at the back of the picture

It says,

"Wait for me, I'll be there my love."

Wait - 1

for - 2

me - 3

I'll - 4

be - 5

there - 6

my - 7

love. - 8

Eight words.
It consists of 8 words.

It's getting dark so
I head home with his last message.

Now, I'm thinking
I don't even know his name.

-Levianel