Eleven and I spent my birthday with him. He said they don't count years or they don't have birthdays at all. For them, life shouldn't be counted. Instead, live it to the fullest while it last. And I think, that's just so beautiful.
But I would say he's sixteen or seventeen to me. He talks like my older brother and his physique's a bit bigger of my brother but I must say, it's because his body is more experienced and broad by swimming in the sea while my brother just lays himself on his bed every now and then. He won't eat if my mother wouldn't tell him to. He's stuck with his video games.
"I'm eleven. It means I'm living for eleven years now."
"Are you happy?"
"I am happy when you're still not here. But I am elated when you came."
"Will you be sad if I leave?"
"No. Instead, I'll wish I've never seen you."
"Why?"
"Because here, we chose to forget rather than to remember. By wishing I've never met you will make it true. If I forget about you, I won't have the burden to be sad every now and then. I'll just... forget I met you."
"You think you'll forget about me? You think your wish will come true?"
"If not, I'll live to despise you."
"That's great..."
"No. You despise because you love. You despise because you're hurt. Do you think it's great? Do you think it's great if you hurt me and I'll despise you because I grew fond of you?"
"No..."
"Then don't leave me."
He didn't answer so I look at him intently.
"Promise me you won't leave me." I said with so much frustration.
He look at me with those sad eyes.
"Instead of not leaving you, I'll promise I will always be with you."
"But that's the same thing!" I laughed.
"Not to me..." He smirked.
I offered my pinky finger to him. "Promise?"
"Promise."
He accepted my pinky finger with his.
