Fallen Leaves
Love, either friendly or romantic; one will always love shortly while the other one is loving, letting go and forgetting for so long.
I would say memories are the warmest hugs yet sharpest swords. How can we just miss people and moments, and all we want is to feel the happiness again, but why do we feel more pain after reminiscing? I traced back the memory of how we met because I just miss the moment I had with the person I no longer have beside me. I did smile as I think and imagine how we clicked before, how we enjoyed the break times at the canteen, how we enjoyed the spontaneous trips, how we talked about the sun, the moon, the dirt, and all the things around us. But as the ending of the friendship come to my memory, a teardrop fell and I am twice broken as before.
