After we danced in the teen zone, i went upstairs with the previous group of four other kids. it was 12 a.m. and we were going to have a bowl of noodles.
you came along. you and your cousin came with us to have noodles. so the seven of us all went, laughing and talking.
you talked a lot. my god, you were so funny. your facial expressions when you were telling your jokes were on point. i laughed at most of the things you said, along with the other kids.
you could speak french, and you & your cousin were teaching one of the kids how to speak a few words in french.
i was sitting diagonally from you, right on the other side across you.
after a while i realised i kept looking at you.
i am mainly good at striking up a conversation and being social in a setting like this. but i was quiet this time, and unusually so. i was watching you, and you enthralled me, with your humour and wit.
a girl in front of my brother was teaching a boy next to her to speak Indonesian. another boy was talking to you and your cousin, trying to learn French. everybody was talking. apart from my brother and i.
on hindsight, i wish i had joined in the conversation with you.
i regret it so much.
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for the boy in the cruise.
Non-Fictionthis is for the boy I met in the cruise. the boy who never returned any feelings for me. the boy whom I'll never see again. (everything I write in this book is completely what I experienced. I am recording every detail down to keep track of the c...
