I remembered this scene way back high school years.
Morning.
It was raining.
I rode on a tricycle.
From afar, I saw you with your mom and brother standing outside your house.
Your mom called the tricycle.
Great!
Just great!
That tricycle she called was also the tricycle I rode on.
You saw me inside the tricycle.
You told your mom you won't ride on it.
What was that?
I looked away and ignored your reaction.
Your mom forced you and you didn't have a choice.
When I came in front of my school, I didn't looked at you.
I don't know why you suddenly had that reaction when you saw me.
Why?
What's wrong with you?
Why were you treating me like that?
WHY?
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Kept
Non-FictionA woman who was keeping her feelings for a man for so long. What will happen as she kept her feelings and questions for this man? Will she have a happily ever after just like some fantasy stories?
