Something I stumbled upon in a facebook note.
"So did you know him?"
"Yes, or... I thought I did once."
"What was he like?"
"He was a nice boy. Very strange, but only in such a way to give him personality. He could be very fun to be with. We'd spend time together, we would do things together. You know, it's funny. I didn't know him very long before I felt like I knew him forever. I sometimes wondered what I would do without him. But I do believe he was troubled."
"Troubled?"
"Oh, not in the way that you think. See, he wasn't ugly but certainly not handsome either, and I do believe he just got used to the idea of never being special. That's one thing that has bothered me for a long time now. He was unique, but was he special? Or just a face in the crowd? He could be both sometimes. Oh, I don't know; it hurts to think of him too much."
"But how did you feel of him?"
"You mean 'did I love him?' No. I thought I might have once or twice, but I didn't, not really. Like I said, he was a very nice boy, nice to be around. But I never loved him."
"So what happened to him?"
"We began to grow distant. Little things at first, but then I hardly ever saw him. And I've never seen him since. He just left one day. It's for the best I suppose."