He was 4, I was 3. He started reading, I learned the alphabet. He turned 8, I turned 7. He knew how to add and multiply and subtract and carry one and borrow one from two; I just learned that the small letter "l" isn't the number one, and that the letter "O" isn't the number zero.
But yesterday I just turned 26 thinking that he could have been 27 by now. Yet he chose to be 20. As my age adds up every year, I will always think of that person who's been my guide to the next step in life.
To my friend Tristan. The friend who made the choice.
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I wrote this last March, in memory of a good friend who took his life after learning that his girlfriend died in a car accident in Bagio.
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