Still you

At twelve, he was the boy next door.
At fourteen, he became my favorite secret.
At sixteen, a misunderstanding ended everything.
Years later, on the first day of college, I looked up and saw the one person I thought I'd never see again.
Mitansh.
The boy I never truly forgot.
Because after all these years, through all the distance and silence, it was still him.
Still us.
Still You.