I remember every little things of you.
Your jokes.
Your teases.
Your laughter's on the air as you watch Mr.Bean's stupidity.
Your victory dance during Messi's game.
Your big hand where my little fingers perfectly, like it just made for me.
Our midnight talks.
Your bad poetry.
Your mint and woods scent all over my sweater.
Sigh.
It had been a chocolate dipped strawberry memories; too sweet, delicious, and too exquisite to swallow in one bite. But time was...
