I was sipping my tea with a slight taste of caramel, you used to be there. Right in front of my seat while the melancholy french music playing in this small cafe.
I told you there is no way I could understand this song; you smiled while tracing your finger on this table. Right here.
But somehow just when you are no longer breathing the same air with a faint smell of Mocha with me; the song is playing again today.
And this time, I don't think I would ever understand it still, nor will I ever translate it to a language that I will. Because for what it's worth, I want to remember it the way I do right now.
A song that I will never understand, but will always remind me of the day where you walked out of that rusty old door.
A song that shall not be understood, but will somehow gives you a feeling that I am indeed,
losing just another half of my heart for you.
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