You taught me about love. We talked, we laughed. I cried, you gave me a hug. I lashed out, and you stayed patient. I was down in the dumps, and you lifted me up. You taught me how to love.
We used to exchange letters during the Christmas break. Sometimes, I re-read some of them. Remember when you tried to teach me how to write in Chinese? Instead, I wrote love letters and poetry - which irritated and amused you at the same time.
I remember the smell of your hands - like flowers mixed with watermelons.
Remember when we took a ride on a train track? We were laughing so hard. And then we went to an Italian cafe to grab pasta and then we would talk, talk, talk for long hours. You constantly encouraged me, when I found no reason to believe in myself. I trusted you with all of me.
Everything came crashing down on me as I walked slowly towards you. You looked different. Your sister laid a hand on my shoulder as I walked, trembling. For one single, delirious moment I thought she was you. I didn't want to believe that you were gone.
They say that the old gives way to the new. You said you were prepared to die.
I wasn't ready to let you go.
to be continued
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