He was putting on his coat and running around his house trying to make sure he had everything.
Flowers? Check.
Phone? Check.
Book? Check.
Bag of chocolate? Check.
He was walking out his door seconds later and was running towards her house as fast as he could. Losing her made him realize his true feelings for her and believe it or not he thought that he might actually love her. He was going over what he was going to say to her when he saw standing by the bus top at the other end of the road that he was heading. He quickly turned around and he could see from her face that she had been there for ages and then someone came up to her with their back facing him. But he could however tell that it was a guy, and just like a switch was turned on inside him, jealousy was flowing through his veins faster than his blood was.
He was getting closer to her and just as he was about to cross the street the bus turned around the corner and rove passed him and stopped at the bus stop.
He was waiting for the light to turn red, but then he did something stupid and he ran across the street without looking right or left. All of the havoc he had caused had somehow managed to attract her attention just as she was about to step onto the bus. The mysterious person held out his hand and waited to help her up onto the bus and with one last look his way she climbed up the steps and disappeared from his view.
The bus started moving just as he reached the bus stop carrying away the love of his life.
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I'm Still Waiting
Short StoryShe wants him to notice. But he doesn't. A day passes by and still nothing. And press repeat