Pricks

I walked past durian shells & the aroma of the yellow squishy fruit not only made me crave for it, but also, it reminded me of how sweet it was to share the fruit together at my dad's place.

As prickly as the fruit is, it sure is harmless. But it pricks my heart, as I'm not even sure when can we eat it together again. It's a kind of life's simplest pleasures, but it's also a kind of hurting memory.

I haven't tried feijoa yet oppa. You ate it without me :( & now, I'm not even sure if I'll ever get to eat it again.

I miss you.

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