Just when I thought I was on the verge of living my life in complete reckless abandon, this person showed up in my life to give it some reason. I remember the first time I actually felt something was the first time I saw him; his warm chocolate eyes framed with some dork-looking spectacles, his lanky stature, his pale, milky skin and his awkward mannerisms caught my eye in an instant. From the first encounter on, I already realized that I shouldn’t have made connections with him. I regretted that moment. As we grew closer, time grew lesser for me and him, and that’s what I hated the most. I shouldn’t have picked him. It could have been less hurtful.

I may not be able to see him anymore…

I may not even get to say goodbye…

These thoughts circled through my head aimlessly throughout.  But then I momentarily forgot the worries when I thought about how fortunate I was being able to breathe the same air as he did at that time.