You were sitting down in your chair, brushing your teeth in front of me.
It reminds me of how you always watch me washing up in the morning. All I need to do is just look into the mirror in front of me, to find you standing at the door side smiling at me, observing every moves that I take to finish my morning brushing and washing.
And I remember you doing the same thing when I was in Aussie. The different was just you were standing right behind me, because the bathroom was too big for you to watch me without stepping inside.
I want this back. I want you back.
And pardon me for ending this in such a way, because the medicine doesn’t allow me to think anymore.
You know I love you lots.
And you know I do that the best. =]