I miss the way we traveled land and sea,

the way the air touched our skin,

the way the dust mixed with our sweat,

the way the sea created music for us.

I miss the first time we drank coffee together,

because you didn't like coffee

but because that's what was offered

you drank anyways.

I miss the days when we talked a lot,

because we could only rely on each other

because we were on a foreign land

and only we could understand each other's struggle.

I miss the time when I was getting fond of you,

when I was beginning to like all of you,

when my heart was starting to throb for you,

when my heart finally told me I loved you.

I miss the way you took photos of me,

and the way you taught me to take photos,

the way your arms wrapped around me

while your hands touched mine as we held the camera.

I miss the way you asked me to drink,

because as your friends told me,

maybe you wanted to discover

whether I liked you or not.

I miss the way you grabbed my wrist

when the truck was about to hit me on the side.

You even shouted at me

and I could only be silent with your thoughts.

I miss the way you drew a heart in the air

when I came to the scene.

The camera was on shutter speed

and I thought that heart was for me.

I miss the night we slept together

we were just centimeters away

and I could just spend the night

staring at your handsome face.

I miss the days when we were together,

those God-given days that I might never have again,

because now we were back to being strangers

as if nothing happened between us.

In short, I miss you.

I simply miss you.

And I just want to tell you

that I still love you.