Somehow I can't survive without my blog.
It's a PART OF ME.
Ok.
No promise.
But I'll try to blog whenever I can.
While I walked past that bus stop, I remembered the first kiss; the first night; the first hug; the first time.
The first night at that place; was our first touch; interlocking fingers .
The first night you came to me; with the beautiful smile on you; made me melt.
Taking the route home was totally different; there's no you.
Walking into many memories of the places and the things we did; everything seemed so different.
Buying things whenever I feel like; it was all for you.
Boy, can you see how much I really miss you?
