It's raining.
Then, all those memories are coming.
...
I don't know where you are.
I mean, i don't know where is the old you are now.
People change,
So are you.
I don't know if you have forgotten me. But, i haven't.
I wonder if you think about me.
You know, i never stop talking to God about you.
Hey,
It's crazy, how you can lift my mood up and destroy it.
What kind of power that you have? Huh?!
It's fuckin crazy how much i think about you even after you broke me into pieces.
How come?
I can't help but wonder and hope if one day you will stand at my door, with your deep gaze,
And hope that it is same with the gaze that i have ever saw in you.
Because, all i can do is nothing but wondering and missing you.
But, lemme tell you.
Listen.
You,
I mean, the old you.
Were,
The
Best thing
That
Has
Ever
Happened
To
ME.
My universe is missing you.
My universe is also missing the old you.
