One fine Cloudy Summer Night.

We sit facing each other.
The floor is cold.
Musquitoes dance in thousands over us.
But we don't mind it,really.
It's only Us and a water bottle.
Cold water.

He has a girlfriend now.
He smokes now too.
So different since the last time we met.
But it doesn't bother me.

I'm still single.
and I don't smoke.
Still  the same as last time.
and it doesn't bother him.

We just sit there,under the dark cloudy sky.
Away from  the rest of the world.
We talk about love,his girlfriend,depression and other shit.
We stare aimlessly at the giant skyscrapers. The sparkly skyline.
We laugh at silly things.
It's just the same.
Like back when we were Kids.:)