Hmmnn. A long way signifies our bravery.
Everyday, we walk the same way we headed. You were always there before a lift my foot and set my feet at the aisle of the bus.
After the rush hours of saying goodbye. A distance slowly swallows the close spaces in our hearts.
To be honest. Coming home and leaving your place feels great. I can't help but smile everyday I was able to escape.
But the company you gave me blends to that happiness. Then suddenly it
turns to be moodish.
How strange-
Whatever. My hope remains. There is still tomorrow. There is still next day.
So strange. I too feel lonely most of the time when saying see you.
Are you looking for me?
