nostalgia

was reading when a sudden wave of JC memories overwhelmed me.

the class bench. Street soccer. endless hours spent trawling orchard road. Movies. Marche. Coffee Bean. Sixth avenue gelato. Huang Cheng. Birthdays. Songs.

it's been more than 3 years. How quickly times flees, its trail of memories scattered like leaves in an evening breeze.

you can't go back, but you can remember what it was like. And sometimes, simply remembering is enough.