It was a strange day when I decided to message him.

How ironic cos exactly a year before then, it could have been a turning point.

But like all things, fate intervened.

Impossible, but true, I got a response I didn’t expect.

Today, we finally got to chat. It was a tirade of questions and whys and anger that never took shape.

It was a sense of panic, a sense of…. I don’t know, relief.. yet plenty of confusion.

And then, there was fear he would suddenly disappear.

Isn’t it strange? It was a strange, strange feeling. That.. the person could suddenly slip away.. when he chooses to, and you have no idea when he will appear.

Even a “talk to you soon” is so filmsy.. and you feel a renewed sense of loss when the name fades away from online.

There. You lost contact again.

Take care my friend, take care.

We wish we could have shared your worries.