Things were different, two years ago. You were seated here, exactly where I am sitting right now. The scene looks too similar, photographs in exactly the same position, untouched in two years. Time has passed, much has changed, but my wallpaper and photographs at my desk are still there. Same dustbin, water bottle, pencil case, I see them in the photograph, I see them here. They're all still here. It's so easy to be deceived that things should be the same, that you are still here. But you're not.
All those years ago. Chills run through my body as I look on. Seeing our smiles, I sigh, and I smile.
Still, I miss.
I went off @
8:16 AM
Thursday, February 26, 2009