There I was, accompanied with the sound of waves crashing into the shore, with the moonlight that seems to only increase the coldness of the wind as they harshly brushed through my skin.
I sit here, on the shore for nobody knows how many days I’ve spent here, living in our small beach house, in Kuantan. Just like how you want it. Every night, I take out your jacket to the shore with me, to sit and enjoying the sight of nothingness, in pitch dark.
I missed you.
I really do.
.
.
Ever since you left, I’ve been living my life just like you.
Fulfilling every small whishes that you can’t reach. The pile of books that I haven’t finished because of how boring they are, the quiet life in Kuantan — but it makes me happy, that at least I can feel your presence every time I do those small little wishes of yours.
I can drink your black coffee now, I’m still getting used of how bitter it actualy is. I ditched the oat milk and the sugary drinks, just like you advised me to do. I read more self improvement books, I watch the news and those boring old movies, just like how you preferred.
I did it just to get a glimpse of you, again. Which I desperate for.
I wish you were here, Kento.
I wish to hug you longer before you went there on that night.
I wish I could get you just right in time before you left me.
Before you left, us.
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