I saw him.

I saw him today. I saw him. I cannot touch him, I can't go near him.

His mom uploaded pictures. I saw him there. His sister posted a picture of them. I saw him.

I saw him. I saw him. He wore this dope batman shirt that I gave him. Silly, it makes me happy. It makes me sad at the same time. That weird feeling, mixed emotions. His long hair that covers his innocent face. I hated it back then when even an inch of his hair falls.

I don't know if he's happy or not. Why do I care? Who am I to announce it to the world? I should mind my own. I should worry my own happiness.

But then I shed a tear.