I haven't seen him in years, nor do I think about him often, but sometimes I miss those chocolate curls. He was my best friend for so long, there was a time in my life when I thought that I would always get to see them. But now I only catch glimpses of them in old photos that I was lucky enough to take. I miss the way he smiled as he made himself laugh. He used to laugh as if he was the only one in the room, loud and without forgiveness. We used to get into a lot of trouble together. We were thick as thieves, I had never met anyone that understood me as much as he had. I still haven't. I remember the last day of school and the way those chocolate eyes held beads of glass. Because we knew the truth, we would never see each other again. We wouldn't get to sit together and argue over nothing, we would never get yelled at by another teacher for making each other laugh. We would never even make each other laugh. I really miss those chocolate curls.