I still remember the first day of school after every summer vacation.
Those crisp uniforms, the belt that'd take forever to set my waist accordingly, smell of the new books, the excitement, the rush, and what not?
It's the exact same feeling I get every time I look upon you.
Those Crispness in your eyes, the elegant walk, smell of your hair, the euphoria, the blood rush, and everything no less. But, darling! Not anymore.
It's those memories that haunts me and sadden me to not get excited about; they draw the scars for life in our hearts, and I blame time.
I'm sorry! I just don't feel the same joy anymore.
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