I remember hangout times where we talked about the music we like and that awesome point when we realised how similar our tastes in music were. I remember getting super excited hearing the new vertical horizon song in my Dad's car on the way to school cause when I reached, you'll be there and we would gush over how good it was. I remember swapping CDs. I remember loaning you CDs when you were hospitalised. I remember many things.
I've also forgotten so many. Is this was growing up is?
But sometimes, sometimes, I can picture your face as you smile at me. Your laughter when I tease you.
And all the regrets come rushing back.
I hope you're happy where you are now, if only for the sake of those you left behind.