Hello you.

I missed you tonight. Not like I don't think of you on any other days, but I missed you abit more tonight that it hurts that you are no longer around with me. Few days ago, I went to the store and sprayed a little of your scent on my wrist. I did it deliberately so that I can smell you. I remember how I always like smelling you. Now, I forgot how you smelt like already. And so, I sat at Starbucks taking occasional sniffs on my wrist. I don't care if I look retarded. I just wanted to feel you. Close. But no, you weren't here with me anymore.

Our days together, I remembered hoping to find a happiness in which I will stay. And I've wished about keeping our love in a ziplock. And hope that it will still be as fresh when you return. (I didn't mention this to you before.) But your love for me expired. And I've never got my refund. Our days together was short compared to both our previous relationships. But I've never once loved you any less. I don't know about you on your side. You've been one of the bestest otherhalf around but the price for your love was high. I couldn't afford.

It is okay if none of these is getting to you, like none of these had been. I will continue spending days reminiscing on the happy times and afterwhich, I will get on with life. Like, how you could get on readily like we've never met.

P.S : I still like thinking about the day I fell for you. And the many days you made me fell for you, like that very day. I like them all on replay.