I see you

f i f t e e n

days have passed

since that golden afternoon.

it is a quarter before eight in the morning.

i am, as usual,

rushing my way to the train station.

i wonder if i am making him wait

for too long?

there are a lot of people today,

waiting

for the next ride.

my knees shake as i run my way through the crowd.

i don't want to assume but

i wonder why you asked me

to ride the train together with you?

is it that,

you like me too?

or maybe

i just think too much of simple things?

i suddenly feel a warm hand touch mine

causing me to make a sudden halt.

and as i turn around,

i see you

and your bright green eyes

holding back your smile.

you pull me close to you

and whisper in my left ear,

"i almost wanted to not stop you

from running frantically

while looking for me.

did you miss me, mashiro?

you know,

you didn't have to rush,

besides,

there is still some time left

until the next train ride,

right?"

you took my bag,

and smiled at me.

i blush.

i can't help but think that

we are like lovers.

should i be blamed

for being such a hopeless romantic

just like everyone else?