Natsukashii

I woke up this morning and was greeted by the smell of the 'wet grass'. To beautifully describe the smell with my limited vocabulary might lead to misinterpretion, since the perception of each individual may as well, vary. But the smell of the 'wet grass' was very distinctive and fresh.

Natsukashiii~
Rindunya~

It was the smell of our wet carpet, due to the heavy downpour last night. However, it somehow reminded me of the smell of tatami, in his house, while i was visiting him during the summer holidays.

Reminiscing the memories...
Those were the time when the sky was painted in the most beautiful blue color, and the wind smelled so fresh that we had never wished for the sun to hide its face. Those were the time, when we fought a lot, we walked together a lot, and we love each other A LOT.

As much as I wouldnt want the memories to fade away, I am also very much enjoying my time watching us age slowly and gracefully :)

Without you, I feel awkward and incomplete...

Sudikah awak bawa saya dengan bicycle pasar macam kat jepun dulu2, 10 tahun lagi?