I still visit the coffee shop that used to be our meeting place.
I still love looking at my Polaroid where I can see your grins and horrible face.
I still listen to those songs we used to play on your iPod.
Does it means that I still love you or I'm just missing our memories so bad?
But then,
I just stopped coming back when the owner decided to sell it.
I just stopped listening to that playlist when my little sister accidentally deleted it.
I just stopped looking when your face becomes blurry and my vision couldn't handle the photos' low quality.
And I guess,
It is not just the memories I missed, but you.
- between him and memories
