I think of you sometimes. Every time passing by those places that we've been, I would remember clearly of everything that happened. The first meeting in Pudu, those exchange conversations, snow fighting in Genting, dinner with my family, crazy TGIF moments, and also the sad departure at KLIA. The feeling is so near yet so far. I promise to meet you again and I hope one day I really do.
I miss you.
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