Whenever I go there,
walk pass the corner,
I always think about your habit of standing there,
holding the magazines and look through it.
I miss the situation you always console me
whenever I am sad and down,
Miss the situation when you angry
and I let you talk over and over again,
listening to you.
I still remember when you say goodbye to me,
not through calling,
but through sms-ing
I shocked,
I cried when I called you,
but still I was stubborn and said I was fine that time.
My friend,
I miss you so much.
Take care...
