My Story of Love.

The love tale

           
A/N: Ill do some revision here since it appeal to be not so story like. 😉✌
Emerald Jed
     Sometimes there are things that meant to happen and there are people that were not meant for each other. There's no way to found out except to travel back, but I didn't want to feel the pain again.

                What if I chose to fight for it? Or what if I hold on and didn't go away, would it change a thing? Would I have my Happy Ending?

                "Hi, do you mind?" Someone asked me if he can sit beside me. I am currently reading my favorite novel series. And I don't mind at all whoever is sitting with me as long as it will not interrupt my business.

                "No, not at all" I simply replied. I'm too hooked with what I'm reading to even bother turn my head to the stranger.

                "Here. You wanna have some?" He handed me a snack. I'm a little bit pissed off. Grr. Interruption! I want to shout at him but I politely refused it.

                "Oh, I'm sorry I disturb you, I thought it would work." He murmured.

                This time I harshly glanced at his direction only to get a stiff neck. Haha. I don't have any idea I'm talking to the most gorgeous guy I ever meet. I was like, uhmm, starstruck or whatsoever by this man. He had a cute pointed nose, a deep dimple on his right cheek visible when he smiled like this and his bluish eye. Strange but he doen't look like a foreigner but he has a foreign feature. Did I explain it well? I'm not good in description, you know.

                "Hey, you okay?" He asked me. Gosh, it was awful!

                "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that you look familiar." I hope that would be a good excused.

                "Actually, we always share this bench every afternoon. And I just finally got some guts to talk with you. Sorry, but I thought you were a snob." He confess. I can't believe I've been sharing this bench to this gorgeous guy without even noticing it.

                "Oh, is that so? I'm sorry I didn't know. So, I'm still a snob to you?" Oh men, a descendant of Apollo.

                "Nope. I just got an impression that you really love reading. ". He smiled at me ruefully.

                " Not really. I mean, it's the author and her words I'm in love with." I said in a matter of fact.

                "Oh,  Arc Belle. How sure of you that your author is a woman?". His gazed somehow challenged me.

                "Why? Arc belle somewhat sounds a woman name." I defend. All the time I imagined myself telling her story.

                "Well, in the contrary I think it's a man. I mean based on how he run the story, its intricate and strong." He insist. I got a little bit irritated with his remark.

                "Are you saying that a woman can't do this? As I remember, most of the bestselling novels were women's masterpiece." I argued emphasizing my point.

                "Hey, don't get me wrong. I was just stating an opinion. If that's in case I won't argue." He said with sincerity in his eyes. I even saw his eyes turn hazy dark blue. I'm not certain about it but it amazed me.

                "Let's just drop the subject. I was almost carried away by my temper. And besides I need to go home before rush hour." I said and gather my things.