Remember when we used to spend time together (almost) every weekend, doing nothing but to resting our sleepy head, having an intense conversation all night long, eating your cooking, drinking some coffee, watching DVD's or making inside jokes and sometimes crying? I miss those old days.
I miss every girls night in we had with our close friends, every surprise birthday party we threw, every tears and laughter we shared. I miss your stories.
I miss you every Sunday, dear friend, like the one I feel today.
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| Kota |
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