Before there were endless conversations.
And in these days where time has become as precious as saving a life from another gunman out to take another activist life, I see the beauty of those lazy evenings devoted to mere talks which goes philosophical at times.
It is not merely missing them. It is remembering that somehow in this dangerous, wicked world where the good have to run for their lives, I can relive those moments and empty some worried night thoughts.
Memories, I tell you do not necessarily hurt. Memories do warm the heart.
From here, I wish for those conversations. Just like before.