walking towards you early in the morning when you’d pick me up;
the early morning ride to the office;
the pitstops to Jollibee recla for some bfast;
your casual visits to my table – the talks, the teasing, the lingering;
your morning greetings;
your trip towards any other place in the office — you stop, look at me and then smile;
the way you come up to me in the office to borrow our mug;
the thought of us sharing just one mug;
the afternoon walks towards SM;
the post-it notes that never fail to surprise me;
how amazingly talkative we are — we talk during breaks, we can chat through skype the whole day and yet never run out of words to say when we’re together after work;
But most of all, I will miss:
seeing you first thing in the morning;
having you as the last person I see right before I get home;
spending almost my entire day with you;
how you complete my day just with a simple “goodmorning nyor”;
how you end my day with that sweet “goodnight nyor”.
It’s a perfect end to a perfect day.
