I loved him then, and I love him now.
We played games, we joked, and we were.
He said no goodbye.
I said that I would see him tomorrow, and he nodded.
He was thirteen when he died, as was I.
I was thirteen.
It seems like the further he gets, the stronger I feel.
I can't help but wonder, is he getting further?
Maybe he is coming closer to me, maybe I am coming closer to him.
Only time will tell.
Only time will reveal who wins this game.