Hereby, I swear to never sit on the green seats of bus 12 ever again.
It hurts to recall the times I boarded the bus early morning and see ___ there, smiling and nodding, umbrella in hand.
______always sat on the green seat, looking intentively out of the windows.
_____always reached school early.
A time, when I have not yet reached the MRT station.
Only a few times, I felt like reaching school very early and I would take the bus.
But not even a shadow is left now.
It is just going to stay empty.
I still can remember the looks and ways.
Everything.
One day, I am going to board that bus again.
And recall
every little thing
that happened on those early mornings
for they,
have turned into everlasting memories.
