I feel sad; not regrets but sadness. When I think of him, of us, it doesn’t make me flinch with pain anymore. It’s becoming like a fleeting memory – so distant that it’s bound to be forgotten. It’s like remembering your favorite toy back you were four years old. You remember but you don’t dwell on it anymore. And that makes me sad. This was my favorite person, my treasured memories and it’s fading. One by one. Gone. Someday, I may not write about him anymore.