I miss the moment we stayed up late in Starbucks until 3 am, with a paper glass of coffee, talked about nonsense, about future (like we had a clue), or combination of both: nonsense future, until we realized that we were the only one left and those Starbucks’ employees gave a ‘when-you-guys-gotta-go’ kind of look. And at the end we still asked ourselves, ‘where are we going next?’

I miss the moment when we were that close, you told me your deepest secrets and those things your (ex) girlfriends didn’t even know. Til one day she got jealous, refused to talk to me, and asked you not to contact me.

I miss the moment when we used to complain and talk bad about any subjects or any lecturers that ‘forced’ us stay up late to do last-minute assignments. I miss the domino’s that always accompanied us, strange and stupid things we did due to pressure and lack of sleeping, a fight between us and him (we-know-who), oh okay, i rectify my words, it was between me and him; and weird things that always happen in every last minutes. I guess he was the one who brought bad luck…