SOMEONE*

Then suddenly Augustine just jumped from his seat. "Hey, how about this?"

"What?" I asked as I was shocked.

"We are not my friends nor we are strangers, but just someone who know each other. We don't know each other nor what problems we have. We are those someone. Someone who you can hug when you have a problem or to spend the free time with. Someone to whom you can say anything to. Let's be that type of someone." He says with a smile like he has invented something crazy.

"You be my someone. Let me be your someone....".