I remember the small things about you,

the way you sleep
the way you fall asleep
the frown on your face when
you can't solve the problems
the silly smile when you too tired to try
the awkward laugh when you are on stage
the way you hold your books
that weird swing you always do with the pen
the hidden yawn everytime you are sleepy
the way you place your spectacle on the table
the move of you head when you listen to the Greenday
the humming you hum to Give Me Novacainne
the slow run around the lap
the chuckles you restraint when something's funny

and that smile, that eyes that never found me