Oh how I miss that day

when I laid my head on your shoulder and started crying.

The moment I woke up, I checked my phone. Hoping you'd text me.

I'm glad you did.

And that felt like ages ago. I missed that, or rather, I miss you. Once in a while, like, really seldom, I admit that I sometimes do. I'm weird.

Now I remember, how much left of me that you took away.

Too bad we wrote such an ending to such a story.

突然看回我们以前的东西, 才发现... 在他走了以后，除了你, 我的心真的再也没有那样的喜欢过一个人. 你, 就有那么特别吗?

你，是否也有像这样的想念过我？　我想你应该没有吧．．．算了，再想也没有用．

Sigh. I think I'm getting cryptic. Soon, nobody would be able to know what I'm talking about.