Misses.

I miss dancing.
I miss the aches that shudders me even days after practice.
I miss laughters that topple-me-over.
I miss that heart-felt smile.

I miss the SYF days.
I miss the hectic-till-can't-breath days.
I miss the encouragements.
I miss the motivations.
I miss the bond, that feeling of together-ness.

I miss music lessons.
I miss all my piano teachers.
I miss the practice-till-my-finger-cries feeling.
I miss that one hour of escape, one that brings me away from reality.
Its just me and the music.

I miss my memories,
I miss my past.
& I miss you.


I bet you don't know.



We were meant to say goodbye, right from the start.