Ignore this, please.
I miss your ruffled hair and groggy face when you wake up on the library couch.
I miss the time when you flared your nostrils and made fun of it.
I miss the time when you cooked for me and made me sulk while I retaliated to not follow your “chef-y” cooking instruction.
I miss your smile. Your crooked dorky smile, that is.
Cepatlah balik. =(
