these thoughts run through my head over and over:

i wake up in the morning. take a jog. come back. each lunch. all the while thinking of her. just doing stuff to pass the time. joke with my cousins. count the money in my wallet.

when the august morning brought a summer afternoon i met up with her at one of the biggest malls i've ever been in. we pretended to shop for a while. i could barely take my eyes off her.

it got dark. we went to a resturaunt. we just kept laughing and talking, and talking and laughing. she learned my favorite thai food. i learned her favorite smile.

so we sat at a bus station to get home. i don't know how many busses passed, but we never took one. we kept talking until there were no more buses. we had to take a taxi home. in that taxi i held her hand. and i kissed her. and i knew this would be our last night together for a long long time.

the next day i took and airplane home. my family was there. she was there. i couldn't kiss her because my family knew i just barely met her.

still to this day i remember that long perfect day with her. and holding her hand in the taxi knowing it would be the last time for a very very long time.