Usually writing is no major problem... penning down the days events, problems, happy occasions and occasional disasters. Usually I can just jot it down smoothly and easily.

Today however, I am forcing myself to write...

I... just..can't understand why this had to happen...

Perhaps... If I start at the beginning and then try to work my way down... I can cope...

I hope....

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This entire emotional roller coaster all started when Videl asked me to marry her. Thinking that I did love her , to some extent, and that it would make my parents happy, I agreed.

I didn't know it would be the biggest mistake of my life.

Of course the first one I told was Piccolo~san. A friend to me for as long as I could remember, he was the natural choice for my best man.  I remember the day so clearly. The sky was absolutely gorgous, the clouds racing. Sunshine dappled in and out as the  leafy spears from the stalks of bamboo waved  in the steady breeze.  He had been sitting on his rock, meditating as usual. I dropped down out of the sky and landed right in front of him. I had long given up on trying to sneak up on him. I smiled and sat down next to him.

He merely raised his emerald lids and peered at me with those garnet embers, smouldering in their intensity, yet gentle. That look, I knew, was meant only for me... for no one else ever saw it.

We talked for  few mintues, I really don't remember the topic... But I do remember mentioning the question of him being my best man.

It was then, that I should have noticed a difference in his  behavior. Now that I can go back in my memory, I can analyze what happened.

He shoulders slumped...and his face seemed to pale. I didn't notice then, so wrapped up in my own news and world.. I didn't heed the signs that were blaring out in front of me.

I could kill myself for not doing that.

He turned his head and just sort of half-nodded.  Satisified that he had answered, I reached up and hugged him, not noticing that for once he didn't return it. I left, happy in the thought that my best friend would be there with me.

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