missing you stanger.

at some point in our lives, we miss some- greatly. usually it's -one or -thing.

i miss UP. i am missing that day i danced in the rain and the chill that the banana shake sent through my nerves after. i miss running the stairs as to not get late for a class. i miss the faces i come across with in the corridors. much more, the faces i walk with, i sat with during lunchtime. i miss strutting down Katipunan. i miss closing the Starbucks there at 3am. ordering my third beverage upon waking up. walking out for a smoke or two. listening to a conversation or the noise that the people i see there everynight make. they're all familiar. but, remained to be strangers.

i am missing the familiar.

your face is one that i've accidentally learned to memorized by heart. but, as i imagine how weak those beautiful eyes make me and how hurt i feel as i trace that nose down to those lips, you are becoming just as a stranger as they were.

but, i am missing you stranger. so much that it hurts that even in my daydreams you remain to be...

a stranger.