Colin was the kind of boy that would sometimes stick around by himself at places you would never think to visit. Like the school library or the empty swings by the playground near the school. He was there all alone doing nothing special. Just thinking for himself, being pleased of just… being. Until you showed up, he would light up and start talking to you like usual, and if you asked him what he was doing there all alone, he would be surprised wondering why he wouldn’t. He was the kind of boy that would sometimes speak awkwardly loud, and other times he would talk without even moving his lips. He was the kind of boy that would randomly take long time to decide what snack to buy when we went to a grocery store after school. Sometimes he would just grab an apple, other times he would find some strange Asian snack from a part of the store you didn’t know exist. He was the kind of boy that would finish his plate before everyone else while eating school lunch, and the next day forget to eat. He was the kind of boy that would roll up his sleeves to his elbows, and then let one roll down unnoticed walking around for hours with one sleeve up and one down. He was the kind of boy that would get so over impulsive over the strangest things. Like almost stepping in a dog poop, or spilling coffee on the tablet. He was the kind of boy that would use the word “actually” way too often. He was the kind of boy that would give you a lecture about the environment if you accidently threw away trash in the wrong recycle station, and the next day throw plastic in the compost. He was the kind of boy that would steal popcorn from you in the cinema while crying to the movie. He was the kind of boy that would sit awkwardly in his school chair with his butt too far back, sticking out under the backrest. He was the kind of boy that would stick pencils up his nose and sit quietly the whole lesson, waiting for your reaction. He was the kind of boy that would leave his stuff around everywhere, always having his sweaters laying around in my house, or his cell phone, always leaving a pair of underwear after sleepovers, coming over to pick them up when they were clean… He was the kind of boy that would shove his change directly into his pockets. He was the kind of boy that would ask questions he already knew, just to start a conversation. He was the kind of boy that always had to go to the bathroom. He was the kind of boy that always forgot to pull up his fly… He was the kind of boy who always wanted to test everyone’s limits and pull the same jokes over and over again. He was the kind of boy that would enter your house and start playing videogames in your room before you yourself even got home. He was the kind of boy that could talk for hours and hours about everything from beyond the universe and back. He was the kind of boy that could make you smile for reasons you didn’t even know. He was the kind of boy that could hug anyone in front of everyone and never be ashamed. He was the kind of boy that gave you a warm, fuzzy feeling whenever you came in contact with him. He was my best friend in the whole world. He was my everything. He was the fuel of my soul. He was my daylight and my moon. I knew him from inside and out. I knew every little thing that made him, him. We shared the same universe. We shared the same earth. We shared the same breaths. We shared the same days. I loved him so. I loved him more than I could ever love myself. I never dared to think about what I would do without him, because we easily get so blind with the things that are right in front of us. We take so much for granted. We forget to tell each other just how mush we mean to each other. We forget to tell each other so many things that mean more than anything tomorrow will ever bring. We forget to ask each other the things we want to know, just to save it for another day. When ever we feel like kings on top of the world we tend to think that everything we own will be forever ours. But we easily forget how fragile we really are. We never know what we’ve really got, until we lose it all. And when the day comes it hits you in the face, and it hits you hard…