Can i love you ?

11

After all, it's forgivable for me to make mistakes.

After that, I opened the car door with a trembling hand and ran out, afraid to hear an answer from her. Without looking back, I flew into the entrance, where I was finally able to exhale. What am I doing? But my desire was beyond reason. Let it be what will be.

I went into the apartment fifteen minutes later, trying to calm down, otherwise, my parents would ask me why I was so nervous. But inquiries at home nevertheless began:

"Yoohyeon! Where have you been disappearing for so long?!" shouted Mom.

"I stayed a little late at the university," I lied a little. Although I did stay with the teacher, so my lie is not completely invented.

"What can you do for so long at the university? I do not understand."

"Mom, why are you shouting?" I looked at my parent, not understanding.

"Sorry, Yoohyeon, it's just that your father and I had a little disagreement, you weren't home yet, and I was worried! How was your day?"

"It's okay, I'm sorry, Mom. I'm a little tired. Can I go to my room?" To be honest, I had no desire to talk at all, let alone lie.

"Okay."

Entering the room, I collapsed onto the bed, closing my eyes. I'm tired. But not physically, but emotionally. Misunderstanding and miscommunication are very relevant.

But I was distracted by an SMS.

"I like your mistakes."

I was ready to scream with happiness. My heart quickened its pace, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. What should I answer?

"Can I take that as it's not the end?"

Holding my breath, I thought for a long time about whether to send it or not. I closed my eyes and pressed the send button. Then I lay back on the bed.

In fact, it's hard to explain what her message means to me. At the very least, it gives me hope. And right now, I need it like air. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my cell phone.

"This is not the end."

I even screamed with happiness. It's nice to hear. Oh, how I wish I were next to her. But I can't be. Besides, my parents wouldn't allow it. And she is probably tired too.

Oh, how I wish I could write so many things to her, ask incredibly silly questions. Will she get tired of me? These thoughts suppressed my smile and made me put my phone aside.

The morning was much nicer than the days before. Not surprisingly, whenever you wake up with bright and joyful thoughts, the day seems brighter. After a light breakfast, I left the house. Mom muttered to herself in displeasure, "What kind of child is this? You need to eat well!" But her "boo-boo" didn't affect my mood.

I didn't walk fast, enjoying the beautiful morning, although it was a little cold. I arrived at the university just in time, or a little earlier, to be precise. There were about ten minutes left before the lesson, which worked in my favor. Taking my time, I stored my belongings in my locker and entered the classroom, grabbing the grade book I desperately needed.

The lesson flew by unnoticed, but I felt the burning gaze of an annoying guy. Guess who? That's right, Woodz. Oh, how I regretted getting involved in that game. Why did I even bother? I must be stupid. It only brought problems from unexpected places.

As soon as the lesson ended, everyone left. I approached the professor for my grade book. Signature obtained. I could go. But Woodz was waiting for me by the exit. My disappointment knew no bounds.