I remember you got tears on your eyes once we chatted together. Then I asked you if you were crying or getting dust on your eyes. You told me it is because of dust. I believed in your answer eventhough I know well there was no any dust in your eyes.
Today I am listening a song-a Viet one by chance that named “Dust on eyes”. The song is so so and her voice is so so, too. But don’t know why all the things we got together revived to me.
One morning like others, I dressed up and got my bike to work. Red lights!!! I stopped, had the left foot press on the break; looked down and I saw men whose socks are not white. I remember that you told me you prefer a pair of white, then I make a comparison if any difference between the men in black/grey/brown/dark blue socks and the men in white socks. It just takes 30 secs to stop for red lights while I got many questions in my mind. Okay, done! Time was up and I had to ride on. I didn’t have any answer for my questions but surely next time I will see men’s socks again and think of you.
