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walking alone in a new city you just know. Without particular destination, it's just walking alley by alley,
main roads to small roads. Unconsciously , you have been lost for hours.
more or less, it feels like that. Let my instinct guide me through , even found nothing at the end, it's the journey after all.
the lost meant nothing, as you feel it just right.

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roasting my coffee beans, pressing it and watching it dripping, the smell after.
for every tea i made for him. I sense the familiar smell.


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my bed after works. Throwing myself and the tiring day has ended.

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night skies. with stars. assuming, its stars.
even you know, half of them maybe satellites but who care as long as there is something you could stare at when he's around.


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that feeling when the captain said to fasten your seat belt as your plane about to landing , the clouds changes to blue - green surfaces, the new land you ll be step in to. you know that excitement ?


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days and hours spent are constantly transformed into a comfort for each other, for days spent is like a Christmas morning, months spent like  a cozy sweatpants you wore every night , and years made you a "home".


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slipping out of a bad mood instantly when i see him, and forgetting why i was cranky in the first place

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when his shoulders and your laps are longing for each other.