It was when I said your name, I realize that this lump in my chest is your doing. It was when I saw you smile, I realize what had gotten me to like you. It was always your crummy jokes and sarcasm that I love, never your calm and looks. It was always the conversations we share, the laughter and sneers we do. All the games and yelling, and tears with crying, I shared so much with you. I wish I can share this feelings as well, maybe then you'll stop being so sad.
I miss us. How we share all the jokes, the sarcasm, the bad comments. I hate how time flies, taking you away from me or taking me from you. I miss talking with you. I miss our long sass battle that ends with apologises and guilt. I miss switching glasses, and how I whine about yours is too thick for me. I know you'll ask me to shut it, but maybe I want you to ask me to shut it. I miss being done with the exam and lay my head on the table, knowing that I will see you mirroring my action. We will throw knowing glances and smiles, sometimes meaningless small talks or little games that I'll probably won. I always wanted to win, because then I will see your pouting face.
I miss all of that, all of the warm conversations. And above all, I miss you, you stupid aipom.
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