Few times a year I would get reminded of you, google your name a few times, last year I asked my best friend's GF to search you up on japan's social network. She said she couldn't find you. Everyone said you went home after you graduated and never heard from you, our mutual friend promised me he would call your home in Japan but I never heard from him ever again. Another friend told me a year ago that you had some differences with the other japs at Trent after I left. Whatever it was, or whatever the reason you chose to disappear, I just want to say that you were supportive and helped me through the toughest times. I wish I could at least return the favor some day.
I jus realized that I don't even have a photo of you no more man. I don't think you were really understood by others while we were in school, at least I didn't fully get to know you til after 1st year. You were active as hell, social, well-liked by just about everyone, I spent more time chilling with you than with my girlfriend to the point she even got jealous. It was only when I begun my depression that I found out more personal things about you. I finally found out the reason you picked up breakdancing, why you would practice by yourself almost every day for up to 3 hours.
The last time I saw you, you came down to scarborough and I gave you a tour of my school, tried to even convince you to enroll so we can crush again. We practiced at the YMCA that day, you got noticeably better, I watched you practice for the 1st time in over a year and I could see clearly that you never stopped practicing, even after I left Trent. In between I remember us going to a battle at scarborough town center. You convinced me to join the cypher but I had no confidence at all. You didn't bring your shoes so you had to wear mine haha.
I think I told you I was gonna visit you once before you leave, but I never got to it...and before I knew it, you left without telling me and broke all contact with everyone...
I miss you man, you were a role model for me in many ways. You taught me discipline, persistence and most importantly you taught me the strength and power of being low-key and modest. You never talked much, but when you spoke people listened. I still remember when you scored the highest on the first test in year 1 calculus out of 300 ppl. I was so shocked, I thought you were just a slacker like me and that was when you gave me my first lesson on modesty.
I been listening to Dir en grey whole day, I was so into them back then. You would translate the lyrics for me haha, we tried to breakdance to agitated screams of maggots. I remember you telling me your fav song by them was "the final"
the final
Gazing at unbound intentions...
I can't write characters with my left hand
When blood flows, there is a reason to live...
The words that I find are brilliant
Even if the person that I love
Magnificently scatters in my hand
Even if I carve the meaning of living into my hand
I'll become lifelessly beautiful
The Final
Even if it increases one at a time...
How can I become unsmiling bait?
I can't go back from this deep prison in my heart
I am a defeated person, whose self-torturing hasn't been
Touched by tomorrow
