I was looking at the bridge from my room. The street lights have always been so glaring during the night when I'm lying down on my bed. I remembered that bridge that you used to walk so frequently during your school days. You would call or text me when you're walking on it and I would just stand near the window looking at you until the trees block you away.
My mother came into my room this afternoon. She looked out of the window, and she remembered you walking on the bridge as she watched with me that very day. She told me that I don't have to stand there and look at you and that I don't have to wait for you anymore. Well, they are memories after all. Whenever I look at the bridge, I'll think of you.
P.S. Still trying to move on... :)
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