Para kanino ba ito?

He always seemed so different, like a fallen leaf in the middle of spring. He wasn’t that though. A leaf is brittle: it can be destroyed and broken by human hands. He wasn’t capable of being torn… he could not be ripped apart by humans, only by life. He was so much more than all that, a complete mystery. He was untouchable, drifting from place to place, only staying when things were fun. When they weren’t fun anymore, he moved on, leaving only tainted memories behind him, still seemingly unreachable, dancing just beyond my grasp.

He was so different.

Life never happens the way you predict it, it just unfolds like a spiraling ribbon, sprawling out in front of us. I never understood it. I still don’t actually. I still don’t understand life, how it misleads you into thinking you have found something worthwhile one moment, and then dragging you down the next, drowning you in the regrets of the past…leaving you open and bleeding and in desperate need of help.

That was how it was with him.

And I never realized how little I understood him until it was too late.