It all started with the coincidence,
which happened on May 27, 2018.I'm actually wondering how I still remember the date.
Maybe it's because I think it's the luckiest day of my life.
Of course, it is...
Because it was the day I saw you for the first time.
So instead, I can just refer to it as
"The day that I met you, I started dreaming."
Okay, I know it's too poetic to write, but let me explain:
There was a six-story hotel beside the main road near my house. I always used to walk on that street whenever I had a bad day or an argument with anyone.
And on that day, I was so annoyed because of an argument with my mum.
I knew it all happened because of my stubborn nature.
I wanted to apologize to her, but I didn't; instead, I decided to go for that walk.
While walking down that street and looking at the top floor of that hotel,I suddenly saw a scooty coming in front of me.
Someone was driving the scootee,
but I only remember the girl sitting at the back.
The girl with curly hair...
The girl with brown eyes...
The girl with a childish face...
Yes, it was you. I had never seen someone as beautiful as you...
It was the first time I had seen you...
And then the scootee disappeared in a couple of seconds.But my eyes captured you for the rest of my lifetime...
"Your cuteness made me obsessed."
Really, I had not seen someone with such an innocent face as you...
When the scootee had passed, I looked back, but you had disappeared.I was frozen there.
All I was doing was just imagining you.It all happened in a few seconds, but it took me more than a day to understand.
I forgot everything about the argument I had with my mum.
I recreated every memory of you for the rest of the day.Then, I spent the whole night just dreaming about you.
And that's how the first coincidence happened...
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