I am feeling so moody recently.
I don't know if it's depression or what.
I started to miss everything.
I missed Keia.
I missed my life in San Francisco.
I missed the time when I was in Singapore.
I missed Esther.
I missed all the things he said.
I missed how I used to laugh out loud.
I missed driving around alone looking for peace.
I missed the time when I was first in love.
I missed Peggie.
I missed my silliness that seems to be disappearing.
I missed being hugged by him.
I missed lying on the couch with him.
I missed listening to music with him.
I missed walking to get baby corn with him.
I missed having dinner with him.
I missed him holding my hand.
I missed him making fun of my lips.
I missed him preparing meals for me.
I missed sending him to work.
I missed looking at him once in a while.
I missed sleeping on his bed.
I missed my childhood.
I missed my family.
I missed how I used to be.
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Afterall, I'm still not yet ready to make nice.