I close my eyes and the years begin to move in reverse, slowly ticking backward, like the hands of a clock rotating in the wrong direction.
Sometimes even though you’re having a great time, you just can’t help but think back about how much you miss the old times.
Being on the same bus as Marie, though those few times were mere coincidence, made me look back on those times in the past. Such an encounter gave me a sweet, warm feeling.
I still remember that one particular text that she sent me and oh God, I’m glad we’re still good friends.