At the bus stop
After finishing work, I headed to board a bus at the opposite bus stand. Didn't bother to take note of the bus number till I get near to the door step, then I realised that I was queuing for bus 165. I decided to take a longer route home and that is to stop by the bus stop near his house.
Didn't know I will get glum until I alighted at his bus stop, facing his block. Flashes of memory like snapshots of photograph skip through my head. I had a sudden wistful thought that if he could appear somewhere near for me to see whether he has fend himself well. Past conversations with him at the bus-stop strike hard on me, conversations that are still so fresh and recent to me . The opinions and ideas that we once shared at the bus-stop, the futile attempts of carrying him over my back, the silly dances that I once did to make him laugh and serious talk of the future.The non-stop texts that he used to give me .
I can't help but feel glum at that moment, when I recalled that we clicked so well. We clicked so well , as deep in my heart I know clearly that he is a good friend to me.
Didn't know I will get glum until I alighted at his bus stop, facing his block. Flashes of memory like snapshots of photograph skip through my head. I had a sudden wistful thought that if he could appear somewhere near for me to see whether he has fend himself well. Past conversations with him at the bus-stop strike hard on me, conversations that are still so fresh and recent to me . The opinions and ideas that we once shared at the bus-stop, the futile attempts of carrying him over my back, the silly dances that I once did to make him laugh and serious talk of the future.The non-stop texts that he used to give me .
I can't help but feel glum at that moment, when I recalled that we clicked so well. We clicked so well , as deep in my heart I know clearly that he is a good friend to me.
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