20 years ago this weekend someone I knew died. He was 22. I'd like to say he was my boyfriend but we'd only just started seeing each other (although we'd been friends for over a year and had had a protracted flirt before getting together).
I was in my last year at Uni, just about to sit my finals.
Obviously at the time it was horrendous for all of us who knew him. I often think about him, especially at this time of year. But this year, for some reason, I feel quite overwhelmed.
This seems ridiculous, but I miss him. I miss how he made me laugh, I miss all the unspoken possibilities that went with the start of a relationship. I miss that time of my life, I suppose.
Anyway, I just wanted to write this down somewhere. It's not my usual sort of post on MN and I'm not looking for any advice or any responses.