The letter I gave you thinking it was the last time that I'll be seeing you?
The time you walked me home as people stared thinking who I was to you?
The night under the bridge, walking, watching, just two people passing time?
The extra rice we always eat during early mornings?
The time I cried, asking you to choose me if all else fails?
Remember me?
I still remember you...
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Joie Gahum
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