A former classmate passed away last month. We only talked once or twice but I have been getting dreams, about his mom, his wake that I could not attend because of covid, and today I woke up after dreaming about him, alive. In that dream he was stressing about online classes like what university students do on their last semester. I thought, his death was a dream, I thought and believed that in that dream, he was still alive. I guess you can miss people that is not really close to you. But what I regret the most is that I did not talk to him enough to get to know him. I guess I really wanted to be his friend. Rest in Peace, D. it's been a month. I wonder if I will still remember you for the next few months, for the next few years. I hate this feeling of loss. Who were you to me before this life? Why does it hurts very much?