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I wish he knew I exist.

I wish he knew I exist.

I wish he knew I exist.

I repeated and repeated this thing to myself over and over again, a second after a second, with every step he made getting closer to the bench I was so familiar with.

Today was the day, of course. I promised myself to speak to him for a first time. Just to say something dumb, something that would make me feel like I tried. 

He sat down, my head still turned towards him, as I bit my inner cheek swallowing that anxiety of me down my throat. 

"Hey." I heard a voice, and it wasn't mine. It was he whose lips were moving. "Nice hat." 

He smiled, I blushed.

I still stared at him, when I noticed a small thing what unified us.

"We're wearing the same beanie, blondie." My answer sounded much more confident than I expected it to be.

"Isn't that the point?" A soft giggle left his mouth, and I, I just fell under his charm.

Today I wasn't sitting alone on my ride home.

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