Dear stranger
I'm back to counting days.
10 day have passed, and yet I'm thinking about you nonstop.
That seems to have become my favorite activity from the past 6 months.
I remember it like yesterday, every single detail of it.
You were wearing a pair of black jeans and white tee, and to cover the cold you wore a blue sweatshirt.
Your hair was all ruffled up, and I wondered how it would feel like to run my fingers through them.
Your nose was a little red, probably from the coldness of the wind.
I keep going back, repeating the song over and over again, because that is now my favorite track, the one that's helping me getting some sleep.
I'm back to thinking about you.
