memory of last summer

really really old photo
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summer.
I miss the times we spent together. We talked and talked and talked, about everything, our probs, family, study, futur projects, funny stuffs, making jokes, doing crazy things. You were holding the guitar, singing beautiful songs, then silly melodies about your cat. Then the rain fell. I saw raindrops on your guitar. It was a great combination, sound of the guitar and sound of rain and sound of thunder. And sound of your voice. We watched the rain falling through the leaves, smelled the sweet Jun flowers. Summer was in my hand, "smellabe", touchable.
How I miss those days.