Borders, under the rain.
I miss being the girl with crumpled hair, who, once, sat alone in the corner of the coffee shop, next to a cup of iced tea.
I miss being the girl who jotted down her thoughts on her new note book with her brand new pen, and paused only to stare and listen to the rain, with this content look on her face.
I miss being the girl who couldn’t stop reminiscing her last night’s first kiss, thousand miles away back home, several hours before.
And even though until that day she has never heard of Jamie Cullum’s lyric, “what a difference a day made..?“, based on experience only, I know right then and there she would probably be able to complete the song, because she knew that…
“…. the difference is you.“