i've never found out what he works as, nor where he works.
i can only remember him bringing children books back for us.
i've never known what he likes to watch.
i can only remember us sitting in the living room in silence,
watching the channels i like with my usual cup of lemon honey without pulp.
i've never tried to learn about him.
i can only remember that he bought me the box of colour pencils because i had wanted it so badly.
many things i've never done,
many other times i can't remember,
many chances i've missed.
maybe it's weird to only think about these stuffs now, but it just ran pass my mind,
and i guess being me, i have to note it down somewhere.
but i believe no matter what it is, he's elsewhere better now.
and he will never be forgotten.