Thank you for the time - the talking, laughs, stares, serious advices, openness of to accept who I am, being receptive enough to make jokes, the nice teeth, beautiful skin, the undone hair, the memories, the avoidance of saying "I'm keeping away our past back into my mind, and I don't want to talk about it. But I know we had it good", and almost the same warmth and stir of air like when we were used to be together. Thank you. Thank you.

Last night, I just realized how much I missed you. How much our fate and life have separated us apart all this while. And I*, thank you for the call to check on me, whether I have reached my hostel or not. It was decently thoughtful.