Back to the old house where we used to live, where all my childhood lies. I was drowned in the memories of moments with you like someone who had been suffering from dementia.
Out in the night alone, with the gentle breeze blowing and a full moon hanging on the night sky, this was how we had our hearty conversations. Moments when we would intentionally bring all the plates outside to wash just so we could talk thereafter when no one's at home we would sit on a mat with our siblings to eat together, how we do our gossip from our windows at dusk. That delight in our hearts when we celebrate our birthdays together happily eating our king's share of the cake.
The scar I got on my leg by a car silencer when you pushed me while playing I remember beating you out of pain cause you were not even aware a bit of what was going on and pushed me a second time. That was a painful experience tho but it I guess that was my reward for disobedience.
That night after my to you said you'd always be my friend till forever little did we know that distance might soon decide our forever fate.
© BLOSSOM
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