Started to write this around 6.42 am. You are walking toward the bus stop. I wish I could take that privilege to travel with you. I remember how you planned to visit Maldives with me. I told okay. And again asked "how about France?". I miss those moments with you. I dont hear your sweet voice now. I remember how you recorded some songs and let me listen to them. My eyes are getting wet when I remember the history. Pain aggregate or persist long when I remember those moments. Im in pain Baba. I know im the wrong guy. I know I made the mess. Yet Im im pain. And Im in love with you. I hope you are fine sweetheart. I miss you a lot too. Please take care your self. Theruwan saranayi.
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