26 November 2011.
Somehow I still missing everything what we had.
Every-single-thing.
I miss how we laughed at each other jokes.
I yelled at you under the spotlight.
And how you coax me under the downpour.
I miss, us.
And yes, I still carry that picture in my wallet.
//"Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change."
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein