I miss you. I miss the time we spent together, at night under the sky. In front of the cafe we used to visit once in a month. Talking about random things. Especially the impossibility of us.
I miss you. I miss the hand in hand strolling along the street from my office to the train station after office hour. Your hand stroke along my hair gently. The soft taps on my back, and warm hug on my shoulder. I miss the way we walked the path. No rush, just a slow step. Like a baby learns to count. One, two, three.
Na, 31082020
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