A year ago,
12 months ago,
365 days.
I met you,
I saw you,
I said hello.
A year ago,
12 months ago,
365 days.
I thought,
nice smile,
nice hair,
nice voice,
nice friend.
A year ago,
12 months ago,
365 days.
I thought about writing,
this.
I thought about thinking,
about this.
I thought about how nice,
you were, are, and forever will be.
And when we say ‘See you next year’,
I’ll always be waiting for next year to come.