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The more days pass..

I went and saw him, I am writing a lot of events that are not well or in detail.
I remember, on that afternoon..

I walked, past the back of his shop.
He was preparing a fruit that had just arrived at his shop.
I passed by and watched, but he does not care for me.
He was too busy working, and I know how I feel at that time.

I am sad, and sad!

I, too, back walking home past the shop again, with a glum face saw that looked stupid.

When it started away from his shop, I reversed my body back and saw him, he!

He saw with his friend, he gave a smile.
I, too, was happy to let go of my smile and immediately ran towards him, because I think my heart beat that time.
He..
He..

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There is also the day when, still pictured in my mind.
Everything happened during the afternoon or evening.

But when the afternoon.

I passed, as usual I saw him sitting and covering him head with his hands and lowered his head to the table, then probably in are sleeping.

And I heard when I got back out.
Song, michael bubble, hollywood.

  "Gosh ,!" it seems I misjudged him, referred to my heart.

Who always refused and lied to my heart, now I know I love it.
Even though there are times I feel unsure of myself?

Why? He like me, unusual and strange girl!

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Hi watty ✋
What do you think about this new part, hope you enjoy and vomment.
Ty

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