Sketches

I attended an extra class today just to save me from thinking too much.

However, instead of listening to my professor's lecture, I started pondering on what I was before we met.

I used to love sketching. I used to like singing. I used to wear crazy clothes. I used to eat all by myself. I used to be comfortable being alone.

Half of what I was before has been altered by your presence. And I'm not sure if I should be happy about it especially now that your presence is just another vague sketch in my memory.

PS. This sketch is done by my seatmate.