Red Bean

I do wonder, often, if you think of me sometimes.
When you smell a scent thats close to mine, when you hear laughters thats close to mine, when hear something I had ever mentioned to you.
If you have ever had the deja vu at some places, the only difference is that I am not there anymore with you.
I do not know if you feel lucky now that it is not me anymore, whining, laughing, teasing you.
Sometimes, I do wish we can talk again, like how we used to.
I am sorry that you were not there when I needed you the most.
I am sorry that I didnt understand when you needed me to understand.
Things will never be over.
Twisted, but not ended.
Until the day we can let down the pride, until the day we can talk about what we both lost, until the day we can wish each other so well.
Until the day, which is too far to be mentioned.
Dear friend, if only you still remember, I am always here.