And then, again...

Suddenly, the thought of you comes back again and makes me miss you. I don't want to... but, I still... Then I go back to the days when we met, I remember you exactly like you look on this pic.
I remember our chats, your SMS, your voice on the phone.
Then, I remember the space, the distance, and finally, there comes the days together at Bogota.
I think of you on your bike, I remember your footsteps, your smile, your laugh, your looks... I miss you so badly.
Then, again, I remember all the things we did, and the ones we didn't do, which led us to follow separate ways. I recall your rude behaviour and my silly expectations.
I move on. Sometimes I don't think of you. But then, someday, your memory comes back and I miss you again...