:(

I miss our video-calls.

I miss the time when we shared laugh and some funny things.

I miss it when we argued about things and ended up with attacking each other with a bunch of sweet-talks.

Back then, you want a romantic relaish.
And me? I don't think I'm sweet enough for you.
But I often write about you-- secretly, although.
Isn't it romantic?

I miss listening to your voice when you sing.
You sing great, I love your voice.
I'm your biggest fan, btw.

I miss the time when you said I remind you of your mum.
I can't hold the tears.

I miss the moment when you hold my hand.
Your fingers just perfectly fit on the space between mine.
And we always laugh comparing how small my fingers are to yours.
You have big thumbs.
Your little finger is just as big as my thumb.

Ah, good times.

It feels really great to care about someone, to love, to make them laugh, to pay attention to little things about them, to keep them as a treasure in your memory.

But it should be way greater if they do want to take a little care about you too, to love you too, to bend a smile on your face too, paying attention to little things about you too, to remember you too.

But sometimes,

to love someone without expecting the return is enough.

It hurts. It really does.
But it is just enough.

You don't have to miss me too.

You're still the best wolf, btw :)