hit and miss.

I miss hanging out and talking about everything and nothing at all.

I miss sleeping in on saturdays, and waking up to bee hoon brunch.

I miss wearing shorts and slippers by default when I leave home.

I miss suppers with the tripod.

I miss grandad.

I miss waking up with the lazy feeling of not having anything to do.

I miss going to church on sundays.

I miss the feel of new guitar strings.

I miss the sound of a special friend's voice.

I miss the long prayer-and-guitar session at night.

I miss people calling me for fun, instead of for work.

I wonder if people miss me too.