i dont miss you. however i let my mind stumble across the foreign green compacted into your brown eyes, that only one would notice if they look so closely. “your whole family has such pretty eyes,” i had said, looking directly at you. i close my eyes and see you standing there, the day we met, your hair short and skin tan. to think that day i first learnt your name i never had expected to fall for you, and now i look for you in everyone i meet. sleep is an enemy, all i can do is think about you. i wonder if you do the same. do i consume your thoughts? do memories you’ve fought so hard to push away bubble to the surface? do you find your fingers lingering over your keyboard composing a text that’d never be sent? i miss you.