if it is 25 years later and if I'm not there anywhere near:

It was 12:45 pm Sunday 9th August 2020. It was raining heavily, now it stopped. I was looking out of the window and the wind in the place where I live was rushing through the leaves of a tree I couldn't see because I was in another room and the tree was towards the other side of the house. But I knew. That was the prettiest tree in my neighbourhood _____ fill up the dash with whatever I called you. It was zuhr and I could hear the azaan. I used to like the chirping of birds as it used to make me happy. The house in front of mine wasn't completely built yet. The maid I used to play with wasn't there anymore. The sweater I wore that day when I met you, was the one I used to wear when the AC was too cold but my stupid little sister felt hot. I had forgotten what your voice sounded like. Saturdays felt better than other days, I had started reading satire. September was coming and I was afraid I wouldn't see you soon. A plane had just taken off and I had made a prayer so it reached its destination safely. There was another call for prayer from another mosque that I could hear- where my father had probably never been to. There was ice cream in the fridge and my lips were hydrated. I had lost my appetite. I had taken a shower 45 minutes ago but my hair was still damp. I used to smile at my own stupid shit. I used to wish that I didn't bunk those useless classes playing basketball and had instead sat in class and listened to zaheed sir's bullshit stories. Because I knew I might never meet anyone of my classmates ever. That sounded like too much to me but I had said it anyways. I missed my grandma too. I had my maths assignment left along with an eye witness account to write but I was writing this. I had to study but I was writing this. And it was continuous writing. I could heard people's voices and my eyes could've shed some tears. There were still some car honking on the roads but I was afraid. Of something that had already happened, yea my fear had continued. I thought of the old things I had written in bangla last year for you. I remembered breathing the same air as you. I remembered the truth. I had forgotten to take my medicine and I had still thought of you. My battery was low so I had to stop sometime soon. These words may never reach you _____.  It was 1:10 pm then Sunday 9th August 2020 and I loved you.