This time last year was when everything crumbled to pieces, every single aspect of my life was falling apart.

In the midst of everything, I met a boy, awfully kind hearted, diligent, and for the most part, caring.
It was nice, what we had lasted for a month or less, I can't really recall, but it was nice, that's all I remember.
I remember he was nice, and soft, and lovely, and wonderful.
Things he did for me, I will never be able to repay him.
He made everything bad disappeared for a short while.

I don't talk to him now and when I left, I think I kinda hurt him a whole lot.
(If you're reading this right now, know that I am sorry, I still am sorry.)
I'd like to believe he is a lot happier now, as am I.
And that's good.

He's leaving this place soon, to further his studies and his birthday is coming up, I think.
(If you're reading this right now, happy advanced birthday, I sincerely hope you have a good one.)

I hope life works out well for him.
(If you're reading this right now, know that you're still wonderful to me.)