sometimes, your face just appears before me. recently you're always laughing.
that same sheepish laughter when we spent our long mrt/bus rides home. that twinkle in your eye. I don't remember our conversations anymore, but I remember always being comforted by them, knowing someone has a similar thought process. I am grateful for that short one and half years.
sometimes my heart aches, but mostly i'm filled with bittersweet warmth. as I add another year I think of how you're still 14, but I like to think of how you've grown with me.
and some things don't change, even if everything else does.