I saw him one day at the playground. He was listening to some music and looking straight ahead, almost not blinking, actually. I wanted to approach him and say hi, but I was shy.
Grandma told me that he's always there at the same spot, doing the same thing. So, I was really curious about him now. And yet, I was still hiding behind a tree that was just a meter away from him.
I was not from here. But I liked to take my summer vacation at my grandma’s because of the wonderful ambience I could feel. Was he from here? If I approached him, would he talk to me? He seemed the snob-type of guy, that’s why I was thinking twice if I should really approach him.
It was nine-thirty am, Thursday—the first time I saw him.
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From Afar
Poesie"I knew there’s magic between two people who falls in love with each other. That there was this invisible tie that cupid connected to their pinky fingers. And I was thinking, maybe cupid did that to us as well." ~ Emma
