So Im walking again on our favorite streets..
but you're not by my side this time.
Got no hand inside mine.
Fingertips are also missing your touch...
We used to love it.Right.?
stumbling around without reasons.
Watching people and their works.
And stealing glances of eachother's.
I'm not going to lie.
I do miss you.
whenever I come across this streets..
I miss your hand.
I miss your laugh.
I miss your arms.
I miss us.
Why we became like this.?
don't you miss
my hand.??
my laugh..?
my arms..?
me..?
*******
Hmm.
