Every time I cook noodles…I make them the way a friend taught me in 11th grade.
That song that I listen to every summer, reminds me of the good old college days.
I eat those spicey wafers…Because of a girl who made me try them once.
I still prefer pencils over pen, Because of a friend I haven’t talked to in several months.
I like telling stories…Someone I used to know told me I’m good with that.
Due to a happy-go-lucky friend now I don’t overthink, Before calling the people with whom I love to chat.
I am obsessed with that book…Because of a boy who told me about it before I knew what I liked.
I figured I enjoyed dancing too, When I saw him shaking a leg all carefree and psyched.
I am still a fan of kdramas…Because of the one who have now stopped watching them.
I try to be more generous when I witnessed, How someone treated me more like family than a friend.
There are movies I love…Because of someone who loved them first.
Someone kind and accepting showed me, There are still people in the world whom I can trust.
Last I saw my dearest friend a decade ago…Now she is hard to find.
I am a little bit more honest every day,Whenever she crosses my mind.
We meet all the people in our life by fate…But the choice of what we carry with us is ours.
I am a montage of everyone I’ve ever liked,Whether they are right next to me or worlds apart.