I was so thankful when your lessons were cancelled. If it weren’t for that, I doubt I’d have lasted my three hours. I’m sorry we could not get that japanese food you loved so much. Perhaps another time. I understand that you were hungry. But it cannot be helped that you do not like queues, no?

I enjoyed the walk we had. Yes, it totally sucked for the fact that it was drizzling. If not, we could have gone further. I am also glad you wanted to go back to get more food to eat. Or else how can we bump into him with three empty seats? (Well, despite his friends went to buy their food first.)

I’m glad we had fun. For a moment, I was happy to be with you and him along with his friends. I’m thankful for his MacBook. I’m glad we had fun with that piece of machine. I laughed right along with you. I’m so happy you shared our joys.

I know you may not feel the same way as I feel for you. I can see you, so familiar, too similar. It’s like an aching wound that is being uncovered again. The pangs of nostalgia is altogether too strong, too familiar. Too sad, too innocent.

I am reminded of myself. Of my past and of my current state. I look at you and I’m happy that you’re having a better life than me. Even though we were both depressed at that point of time.

I am so thankful when you agreed to go out with me last night. I am so thankful to have someone like you with me for a night. I enjoyed the time spent even though I looked like I was a wreck half the time. I enjoyed the drink we shared, the dessert that we had. I loved the conversations that followed.

I was sad to part. You did not want to return home late so I saw you off to your train. You touched my shoulder as a parting gesture. I could only give you a smile, bid you farewell, and walk away quickly lest you see my tears fall.