I've seen you at least a handful of times on the bus... I was totally mesmerized by your beauty and I also had a crush on you... I only realized that when I actually looked forward to seeing you on my bus home... You didn't show.
I watched the clouds that evening as they seemed to race with the moving bus and passing trees across a burnt orange sky. I somehow imagined holding your hand as if you were there.... I only held mine.
Time passed, came and faded, pretty much like my existence to you.
Then that day, day just passed.... I felt... As if I, had been hit... Hit by a cloud... I felt the impact but no pain... And you noticed me... My heart actually jumped... Then you bumped me in the line ... I wanted to hold you, like a tight embrace and wished you knew how much you meant to me then; a "love" that never existed... But I just smiled and said sorry... Let alone you were to apologize and I blushed more than I smiled...
But I'm glad now, we're friends and I can't ask for anything more now.
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KISS
Short StoryKISS- As my language teacher would say, Keep It Short and Sweet. This is a compilation of some of my short stories, that may have you laughing, crying, or even in the mood to make something out of any of your relationships. Enjoy!
