Numbing.
Grey clouds gathering above.Pouring never-ending rain to us.
Trapped indoors with nothing to do.
Slowly, daydreams became flashbacks.
Unrolling the filmstrips of memories.
Past flashing within your mind.
As though time had rewinded itself.
Reminding how sunny days brighten up your day.
That's how nostalgic memories works.
Your memories seemed to be lying.
That warm afternoon lunch break.
Unnoticeably, you're smiling happily.
Nothing weighs in your heart and mind.
That moment felt so magical.
Realising you were once so happy.
Yet, that moment wasn't treasure then.
Drawing out your handphone every time.
Unexplainably, you seemed to be waiting.
Someone should be messaging.
Bringing warmth to the cold rainy day.
Yet, somehow, no one is.
Then, you realised the error.
The time lang within your memory.
Awkwardness arise while walking home.
You're questioning your silence.
Someone should be walking along with you.
Chatting away about anything in life.
Unlike listening to Lily Allen's 'Fuck You'.
Turning around and look at the passer-by.
Hoping someone could come to you.
Eliminates the feeling you have.
You just can't explain the awkwardness.
Everything begins with 普通朋友.
Signed Haohan