I have a week left here.
My room is full of mess cause of packing. I thought I am excited to go back home and about whole new chapter of my life. Also I thought I already move on. Yes of course I admit that I still think about you, but I thought it doesn't really bother me. But oh well, tonight here on bed I still can feel you.
Couple weeks ago, I stopped by where you work. As soon as I got there I could find you. As usual you wore a clean suit. Your hair got shorter maybe? seems like you had a hair cut. It remind me when we were talking about your hair style. I used to complain whenever you got a haircut because I liked your long hair what you used to be when I first met you.
I don't know I can see you again. I will miss you a lot. Even right now, I am wondering what you doing, how was your day, how was work, did you drink a lot, what about dinner, and you miss me like what I do...