THIS STORY IS FOR YOU, AGAIN. @misseggnog
I’m on my way home, carrying my notebooks, when a brochure slammed my face, because of the wind. I got the brochure off of my face and decided to read it. Oh—it wasn’t a brochure. I scanned my eyes through the paper and realized that it was an essay? I sat down at the nearest bench and read through it. Oh—it wasn’t an essay. It was a story.
And it goes something like this.
Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she was not especially beautiful.
They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the boy and the girl destined for them.
Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.
One day the two bumped into each other, letting the books carried by the girl fall down. The boy, being a gentleman, picked up the books and gave it to her. And when the tips of his fingers touched the tip of hers, they felt a mutual feeling. A feeling that actually felt like a miracle.
They instantly looked into each other’s eyes. The boy, falling unto the beautiful hazelbrown-colored eyes of the girl in front him. And the girl, drowning into the deep baby blue eyes of the boy in front of her. They loved that feeling.
“I love your eyes." "Your eyes are beautiful." They uttered at the same moment.
They giggled at the co-incidence.
The boy reached out his hand and said his name. The girl, blushing, while she reached for the boy's hand, said her name too.
The moment they made contact again, they felt that miracle feeling.. Like magic. Like destiny has brought them together to feel this.. To feel, this weird feeling towards each other.
After that day, they became close friends. Best Friends. More than Best Friends. A couple. And decided to get married.
I crumpled the sheet of paper with that cliche story and aimed it to the trash bin (although it didn't go inside th bin, it was blewn away by the wind, lol) . I stood up, got my notebooks and started walking.
BINABASA MO ANG
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Short StoryThere is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. PS: I wrote this when I was still a sophomore in high school, please unferstand. #Jeje