There is a boy.

A long time ago he helped me a lot. He got me to breathe again. To live again. To feel alive again. In summer he would take me downtown. We would meet at night. Drink wine. Sit and watch the stars. He showed me my first shooting star.

He took me out. Walked with me. Checked on me regularly. Made sure I ate enough.

To be honest, I was not doing great at all and probably I was not quite fair towards him. I was not good at answering his texts and he...