The clean notebook.
The smell of coffee.
The sound of soft chatters.
The mellow jazz.
She sits there,
all alone,
staring out there,
wondering how was everyone.
How was the man with big sparkling eyes,
who have always passed by her window,
and now has became a part of her past.
How was the man with the craziest stories,
silliest antics,
who always kept her company with his annoying jokes,
and now has became a part of her past as well.
How was the man who have created the most wonderful dreams,
who gave her hopes and warmth,
who laughed at every words and sentences she said,
who shared the same passions, hobbies, likes,
and now has also became a part of her past.
How was the man who she never met,
but have kept her company through letters,
who she thought might be the unexpected one,
and turns out to be someone who should have belonged to the past.
She reminisce all the memories created in the past,
she thought for a while.
Should she pen down these into her notebook,
or should she just let them drift away in her chest of memories.
She looked outside,
wishing to find something,
or someone else to write about in her notebook.
She looked down on the new page,
and thought hard before writing the first two words,
'begin again'
Jenny~
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