although this shade of green is almost everyone’s favourite — among the things i learnt later that he is not that exactly unique where he keeps claiming that he is sooo totally a one of a kind — but at each time this shade takes a glimpse at me, i would only associate it to the one person who taught me to love this colour (i still never do, but i don‘t deny the brilliance of the colour). each time, i breathed, “he would love this.”
missed him…? his quirkiness. despite the never-ending frowns. i realized i didn’t even have the desire to eye him critically. he can be gone. vanished. vapourised.
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he would love the kitchen more.