I remember meeting Andrew for the first time at school. I remember our conversations - finding everything there was to find out about each other - lasting for hours. I remember the adventures we'd take and how we would laugh at the simplest things. I remember Andrew acting distant and strange one day when we hung out: I didn't know why. I remember Andrew telling me he was okay as I watched him empty his stomach and I remember watching him being wheeled away in an ambulance. Above all, I remember every single word the doctor had said. I remember that moment - every day - when I realized things weren't going to be the same.
That was the day I realized I was losing someone that meant the world to me.
