It was only a Sunday morning. As usual, my father would bring everyone to have breakfast at a nearby stall. Our breakfast too was normal. There was sate, soto and mee bandung.
My elder sisters were chatting with each other. My parents bringing up old conversations about how the city used to be. I was the youngest. I had no interest in any of these.
I then began scanning my surrounding. It wasn't long before I caught his figure. He was sitting with his family too. He had black hair and dark brown eyes. He was normal. They had finished eating. One by one his family stood up and walked away. He too moved.
I had no reason to tell myself I would see him again. The town was big. So I thought to myself 'Oh well. Another cute guy.'
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Inside My Heart
RomanceA story of the longest crush kept inside the heart. A pure silent love that was meant for another lifetime.
