I could feel his hand on my back. He stroked it gently up and down. Sometimes he stopped and so the heat of his palm got through my body. My heart was pounding.
Our chests were pressed tightly together and he pushed me more and more to himself.
I saw his pretty lips and his soft breath touched the top of my nose.
"Hey .." he whispered. I started to smile.
"Did you sleep well?" "Yes .." I couldnt realize what has happened.
He was here and he should stay. Forever.
"I can see you.." He took my hair and played with it.
"And I feel you."
What was wrong with me? I cant forget him again.
"I see you and feel you too. But you didnt changed at all. You are the same as before."
My eyes were wet and a few tears flowed down my from nose on the pillow. Our eyes met.
"Dont worry, this time we wont separate."
I couldnt forget. We were just too equal.
Our hearts always a beat ahead. We were teenagers,
small planets in the universe. And yet we found each other.
A summer morning in Hong Kong, a lonely bus stop and two people who didnt know each other.
"Sorry, can I get a bus to the International ... uhm .. ah I forgot it. Damn." "Yes." I looked to him without a blink.
He looked back and stuttered. "Tha-thank you .." his Hair. It hang as always in his face.
"Do you somehow need help?" "Ah no, I am from here but ..
Ive never been to this part of the city.." "Ah, okay."
I looked away. I didnt really care. We were standing there for a while,
waiting for the bus.
I could face his gaze on me.
From time to time he looked to the right and checked me out.
Maybe I looked different to him. "Excuse me again but.. you look so.. different."
My jaw dropped and I looked into his eyes.
"Are we here to chat? Do I look like someone you know?"
He looked very puzzled. But then he smirked at me.
"So-sorry haha.. I just uhm.. I just think youre really pretty haha.." He patted his head
from behind.
"What?" I got confused. He was so cute and yet I wanted to be mean to him.
I laughed as I was going through my memories.
"What are you doing?"
"Ah, I just remembered how we met for the first time.
I was so ugly back than.. good thing though that I became so pretty."
He coughed so loud.
"Pretty? Where?"
"Hey!"
I poked his cheeks and kissed his nose.
He embraced me so fast that I got a little shocked.
"Hey uhm.. did you miss this?"
"Yeah pretty much.."
"You havent fallen in love with someone else?"
"Huh? No!"
"And you havent even met someone who troubled you more than I did?"
"No, why do you keep asking this stuff.."
"Because youre mine."
Heartbeat there you go again.
"I just.. met this weird relative of Annie. But its a while ago so no need to mention that."
"Who was he?"
"Hes a member of Block B, Taeils Band."
"Ah, sure.. is he cooler than me?"
"Jackson, no he is not! Stop it now!"
I turned around.
"Jackson, stop it now!" He ran with me through the village until we reached the church.
"No, I wont. Not until we managed to get married."He was so happy.
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