You.

I do not try to remember you because
you are never really forgotten.

I poked you in the face, once.

I buried you beneath the sand, twice.
I stayed up late with you, waiting for Santa, thrice.

Wilful yet forgiving.
Ingenious yet truthful.
Reserved yet confident.

Your logic, your goals and your visions are unlike mine,
but still, we both share a rare similitude in a certain way.
Bon voyage, Juan Paolo.