Same old, same old. Maybe not.
A day will come, when I've gone, and you'd be reminiscing upon a picture of me. And you realise how much you miss me, regretting how little you valued our time together while I was still around, how you wish you could turn back the hands of time to relive those days. But you can't. So when that time comes, I'd only have one thing to say to you: I bet I look good in that picture.
Labels: I bet I was wearing a suit.