Missing...

Oh screw everything, I forgot what are the exact things I wanted to write this morning. Geez.

Hm...when I'm writing like this, it made me remember about my early to mid teenage years. Good thing was owning a personal cellphone were quite alien for school students (at that moment).

We wrote letters. The excitement of getting an envelope when you got back from school is ecstacy. The excitement of replying is ecstacy. The waiting is ecstacy. The sending is ecstacy. The receiving is ecstacy.

But, somehow as we grow older, we lost passion, we lost patience, and somehow we lose the whole ecstacy we've been gnawing on all those years before.

I missed everything. In the past, I have never imagined I'd feel like this in the future.