Look at my Asian Boy. Well, technically he's not mine.

But he looks awesome to me nonetheless.

:)  

Do I miss you? I'm not quite sure myself.. Sometimes, I still do reminisce. 

But do I love you? I think I do, even if it's not romantic love, it's something that even I can't explain. I'm happy to see you happy, to let you go. 

I'm glad that you live life and enjoy what you do. 

Or maybe, you're just a memory to me. A figment of my imagination. And what we had was never real. You're like a character from a storybook. One that I can only read about and see pictures of, but never talk to in real life, or never be able to touch or see face-to-face.

I wonder when I will ever see you again.