thank you my dears for the lovely evening


dinner at gardens cartel with abby and sera
a place full of memories
a place where we spent many hours at
in our blue pinafores
chattering, doodling in our student dairies, counting down the number of days to exams and never really studying
i missed those days so so much
the good old days as some may call it
maybe i really am growing old, reminiscing the past like this
hah


took a stroll in the soothing coolness of the night
a conversation more than words
inarticulate thoughts understood by mere sounds and gestures
a form of understanding beyond the understand-ables in a certain sense
something others may never understand



i love my dear girls
the 2/3 that will make the whole..