hi. i do not know you personally but i do have few recollections of you: 1.) you were part of an anthology collaboration which is a fundraising cause for typhoon victims two years ago and; 2.) you have seldomly wandered around my stories before. your close-knit friends call you 'jashy' but to me, you are always named sol. derived from the sun. the sun itself. a light above. always young, never getting older.
when i read the news of your passing, it took me a while to believe the painful truth. for a second, it felt like it was illegal to mourn for somebody whom i never talked about their favorites with. but i think that's the thing about someone's death; there is always a space for grief to whoever had gone away. we never profoundly knew about each other, but all i know your presence is greatly sought for. even until today. two years had passed, and the hole in the heart just keeps enlarging, hoping your hands will shut it close. yet it remains ajar, only filling it with longing and hurt.
