I missed the simplicity of our lives.
I missed the start.
I missed the walks.
I missed the excitement.
I missed the childishness.
I missed the cinema.
I missed the kwek2.
I missed the bike.
I missed the chatting.
I missed your long hair.
I missed your hands perfectly fit mine.
I missed who we've been.
I missed the old me.
I missed the old you.
I missed the old us.
I miss us. the real us.
Written by pochoy at 07:35 PM post.
Black my Eyes!
