I Miss You

As I ate my chapati this evening, I recalled how we do that during our occasional hang outs in the evening. You will agree to my request to my binge just because I like to eat that. And when I whine I am fat, you said I am not.

Then, I miss you.

As I had to travel for work, I wanted to tell you that braised duck in 5 spices is famous in this Bangkok restaurant. And you do that every Chinese New Year. You could have been a famous chef! And we will start planning for you to open your restaurant.

Then, I miss you.

As I wore your dress you loaned me 6 months back, I was going to ask your opinion whether do I look fat or funny. And I wore your heels, and I was going to tell you I am taller than you. You will said no, because you are still taller and end your message with a 'muahahaha' or call me 'pigorm'. And you will said I am not fat. You will said I look alright but I said you still look better. You will said of course because it is your dress.

Then, I miss you.

I miss you. So Much. So Badly. So Terribly.