I have not seen Austin for over 10 years. I can't honestly claim to know him anymore, but I always thought that maybe, one day when I visited the country again, we could perhaps meet up, share a meal or a drink and talk, see what has become of one another. It saddens me greatly that that possibility has now gone forever.
Although we met once a few years later, I remember Austin most clearly from our time as kids in elementary school. Austin was my first friend class and I always think back fondly on that time in my life, mainly because of Austin. He was kind to me, the weird bookish child from overseas. I remember playing with him, in school as well as at home, always discovering something new, reading, talking, playing as kids do. I don't know wherever it looked different from an adult's perspective, but to me he was my best friend, if only for a short time. Yet I always remembered him. And I always will. I am sorry that I never told him that.
Although we met once a few years later, I remember Austin most clearly from our time as kids in elementary school. Austin was my first friend class and I always think back fondly on that time in my life, mainly because of Austin. He was kind to me, the weird bookish child from overseas. I remember playing with him, in school as well as at home, always discovering something new, reading, talking, playing as kids do. I don't know wherever it looked different from an adult's perspective, but to me he was my best friend, if only for a short time. Yet I always remembered him. And I always will. I am sorry that I never told him that.
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