On a very beautiful day, I sat under a tree.
It was a calm day with little sun and a chilly air.
All I could do was think about you.
I didn't have any fresh thoughts about you. However, the good old times.
I set out by recalling our very first conversation.
Then our endless chats,
Our endless calls,
Our endless games.
All I had was a smile on my face, with a tear rolling down my cheeks.
All I have left is memories.
I didn’t want to recall our bad memories. Yes, because I don’t want to, I don't want to be reminded of my blunders.
It was meant to happen. No wonders could change any of it.
All I could feel was the chilly air, the sun and burning cigarette.
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