Same lighting.
Same weather.
Same angle.
Staring afar, my mind begin to wander off in the midst of the long wait.
That very day, I was drowsy.
I opened my eyes, and you were sitting at the end of the bed, quietly reading a book.
Peace.
It was your day off, knowing you would try not to come to the company on such days but by Grace you decided to come and keep me company, despite of me sleeping most of the time.
Day in, day out, every single day you will make sure you drop by, see that I am ok before you head off somewhere.
Day in, day out, every single day you will make sure you drop by, see that I am ok before you head off somewhere.
Yet it was that very day that left a mark in my mind, like a scene captured, deeply rooted, without a reason.
It was plain quietness but it wasn't any awkward at all.
Miss that moment.
Miss those peaceful days.
Mysterious mist rises from nowhere, the buildings outside the windows suddenly become blurred.
I blinked.
The water gashing sound came washing away all wild thoughts like the merciless tidal waves, forcing one to come back to reality.
Carefully kept those little precious moments back into the box and put it back at a safe place in my mind.
Gently I knocked on that door, opened it and wear that smile to masked the storm that just went through my mind, "You done?"
Quietly I am sitting, riding through those moments again as I pen it down.
How could I have forgotten those times?
Certain things, it cannot be joke upon, no doubt, for it take years to built seconds to break...
But...
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How could I?
