tapak.

20/2/17:334am.

This took me back to when we went to Tapak.

Or a bit of last night and how I missed how this made me felt.

I forgot how this was supposed to feel like. All I know is that it's been some time since we last talked things through this way. Sometimes I forget we've ever been sober together until I realise how the voice of the person speaking is my own. This isn't infatuation, this is the love I never knew of.

-riri-