That voice, though…

That Closer song by The Chainsmokers makes me smile. Every. Damn. Time. I swear it does. It makes me think of those days we were still close. We talked every single day. We talked about his love of photography and my subtle obsession with romance novels. We talked about music, his vestax vci 380, and my growing collection of fiction books. We also talked about trivial stuff. And those things which made us groan, cringe, and laugh.

Those were the days.

When I hear that guy from the first lines of Closer, it reminds me of him. He would sing like he’s the best singer in this side of the planet but the truth was he had a terrible singing voice. He had a good speaking voice, though, but singing… Makes me laugh right now thinking of him.

Oh, I wish those days will happen again. Even once… even in my dreams…