Kay bored man ko, I decided to write a short story, wala pai title. Here it is: The scent. The mirror. This polo and pants. How long have I been grooming? If this mirror could only talk, it would have constantly reminding me about how annoying my face is. But it cant, and I dont care if it can. This day, today, I will talk to her. She need to know my feelings. Oh well. Im sure shes there. In the bench under the Acacia tree. The same place three months ago. That was where I first saw her. Waist-length hair. Amber eyes. Rosy cheeks. Shes too beautiful for me, I guess. I know her. Her face,not her name. I doubt if she recognize me. How sad. Shes always alone. No other guys wooed her. Only me, for this time only. Its like no one sees her in that bench. Invisible. Well, it doesnt matter. I cant let this moment go. This is it. Step out in my house. With flowers, no chocolates. Ill walk the distance. Two hundred meters should not be tiresome. Later on, Im already at rear part of the bench. Her back towards me. I will surprise her. Corny. Here it is. Slowly, step by step. Im moving towards her. She didnt notice. My heart is pounding. Very rapid. Given a chance, I sit beside her. Hi! , I said. She smiled. My heart leaps. You can actually see me? she said. And I fainted. Thank you for reading! Haha
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 00:50:20 +0000
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