I remember seeing him for the first time, and it was the day of their interview. I asked him to read a paragraph, and that is when I asked him to read it again. I wish I could still ask him to read that paragraph again.
I knew [me] from the 7th grade. He is just a small kid sitting in front of the class. I remember seeing him sing with others. I remember every moment with him. I remember asking everybody to open up, but still see him didn't. I still want to know him more.
But now, things changed. I can't hear his voice anymore. I can't see him.