sulat.roniko

{ lost&found:nostalgia }

                             I love them.

                            I do.

                            I just need to remind myself more.

Cause if I don't -I'll just forget.

I remember them on old photos, black outs, rain and paper-boats; the smell of newspapers, of gas lamps and charcoals.

And I've loved them. There -on the black and white of negatives, on the songs of cicadas and frogs on cold nights; rice on milk, coffee and milo; the wax and the slippery floor of our old veranda with our socks on-

how beautiful and tragic it is to love someone from a memory.

                          But I love them.

                          I do.

                          I just need to convince myself more.