when i look back

when we stop from our usual routine
we just tend to think about things we don't think about in usual terms

this time, i look back onto my past,
part of my memories from my nineteen plus five days years of living

year by year, in the same day every years

december 8th

it's been 19 time i've experiencing those days,
some alone
some with family
few together with friend
fewer together with girlfriend
and once in a lifetime with all my big family in a day where people having holiday together
and for me, this one is the best and the worst
still, all of them are memorable

wondering how many december 8th i'll get past later
because when i look back, every december 8th just get to be different, somehow...

"thanks to everyone for every memorable december 8th i've experienced. life couldn't be better without you guys in it"
"and the last december 8th was just, so meaningful to me. i've never experienced excitement of giving and accepting since many years ago. thanks"

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