I keep forgetting your face and voice..
Maybe thats why I feel the urge and the needs to keep seeing you..
I miss your presence, now I know…
Every time we meet.. Its like the first time for me..
Theres a little part of me that will say ‘ah, this is him, his face and his voice’.
not that all of that is matters to me.. Maybe thats the point..
All this time, I never really care about your appearance..
I just love how you treat me well and how you will sit next to me..
How cool is that??! Hhagz…