I was packing all my things away to move house and I put your letter, amongst many other notes on my wall, into an envelope. It hit me how young you were and how much life there was in you. How you tried to capture it in a small piece of paper. Everything that people are meant to become, all the ways we’re supposed to grow and change. I can’t really explain it. I try not to dwell on anything, it’s my weakness, but today I have missed you, and more so, missed everything you should have become.