You knew each other better than anyone else in the world: you were friends from the cradle and it stayed that way until graduation, the last bright days. You didn't know that within a year he would leave his family to join the army.

"Hey, munchkin, hurry up," he pats you on the head because you're sleeping in physics class again. And overslept the bell for recess. "I'll pack a backpack for you. Just wake up already."

He's a sweetheart, even though he doesn't look like it.