7, the year standard you were when you entered our school and our lives.
1, the number of days it took for me to secretly fall madly in love with you.
3, the number of classes we had together: English, Biology and Registry.
2, the number of Judo Jnr World Championship titles you held.
2, the number of times we were dared by our friends to kiss each other in socially awkward moments.
0, the amount of times we actually followed through on these dares.
Too many to count, afternoons we trained together in our local gym, just as friends.
1, the number of chocolates we gambled on in support of each other’s weight loss/weight gain.
1, the number of times I won our chocolate gambled bets.
3, the number of dances we attended separately, with me wishing I was the one holding your hand.
1, the number of times we actually danced together.
18, the age you were when you decided to end your life.
4, the number of family members you left behind.
Too many to count, the number of people that attended your funeral.
12, the number of times you have haunted my dreams and filling me with a desperate hope.
18, the number of years it has been since that dreadful day.
You will stay forever 18, while we keep on counting the years without you.