Facing the fact that I'll never see him again is something I can never do.
2 weeks and 2 days. That's all it was and all it will ever be, I know that deep inside but I just can't let him go.
Even though I know we'll never meet again, I sometimes find myself staring at the door as if he would magically appear.
Why couldn't I just have told Damien how I felt while he was on earth those 2 weeks and 2 days?
It's not like it would have changed anything, but I might have been given peace in my heart.
I think that he might have known how I felt but never said anything.
He probably just saw me as a little brother... Even if we're the same age.
This is what I have thought about for three years.
The memories fade slightly for every year, but I can still remember how we one day sat in class and he started to blow air on the back of my neck to annoy me.
I've always thought of how ironic it was that the air was so cold.
I told him to stop even though I wanted nothing more than him to continue. Kind of pathetic but I hadn't gotten any physical contact at all since my parents died, unless you count flying fists from my classmates.
The day he left I got a hug. It meant a lot to me but was just a simple gesture to him.
His last words were: "Don't forget about me Pip"
And I never did.