“Hey, You want to come to my house tomorrow after school?” His face suddenly lights up and he says

“Yeah ok. Thanks”

“No Problem.” 

After that day it was as if we knew each other forever. We were best friends. Then I left for NYC and I thought I would never see him again. Time without him was sad and lonely. I had made new friends, but none as good as him. I missed him. I wanted to be next to him. Just like when we were sitting on the bus together, walking to every class together. The conversations we had and the ones I wished I talked to you about. Sometimes I would come home wondering why I didn’t do it. Soon I forgot all about you only a little bit of you stayed in my mind like a memory. After two years in the USA, you completely slipped from my mind. Then I came back to Hong Kong. Then I remembered the day we met. I saw it. It was so real you and I were laughing and you asking me to come for dinner. I never saw you again after that until I came here. On the first day there you were, but you were different. Colder. Harder. Not the Xander I knew. I wondered from that day on if you would every become the Xander I knew.