I saw you again, yesterday afternoon.
It was crowdy, was foggy. We share an eye contact in the bus station, but it was brief, yet it make me goes wild.
It also gave me a second to appreciate your features.
Your eyes are so beautifully brown, and your black hair compliments you so.
Your nose are pointed, so pointed it reminds me of Arabic people my family used to show me, and your skin.
Your skin are so light, slightly contracting my tan skin.
But still I like them.
You don't talk much, I notice that in the class earlier.
You chose action more than everything.
When people asks you, what Extracurricular' team would you in, you chose The Nature Lovers' team.
I chose The Teatre Players' team instead, not because I want to stare at you from afar, no, of course not.
But I really want to be noticed by peoples.
But for now, the only one I want to be noticed by, are you.
YOU ARE READING
Too good. | He. 1
القصة القصيرةIs it a phase? Is it possible for my dream to come true? I don't know... It just seems too good to be true, for me. ~~~~~ This is the kind of story that has very short chapters. Enjoy.♡♡
