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Saturday, February 6, 2016

She glanced at him, watching every moves that he make. Her eyes showed an adoring look; smiling as he laughed. Oh, if only he knew her feelings. He never failed on making her happy, even though they had never talk to each other. He probably didn't know her. But who cares, as long as he's smiling, she's happy.

She finally realised that she's been looking at him for a good 15 minutes, so she shook her head and continued her work. She shouldn't let a guy ruined her hopes, her dreams, her life.

But she can't do anything, she's a girl with feelings. All she can do is wait....if that possible.

"Hi, remember me?"

"No, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, I'm expecting that too."

"What's your name anyway?"

Times passed by, and she felt like it's been century since the one and only conversation she had with him. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

"Hey, I have a gift for you."

"It's not my birthday yet."

"An advanced gift."

What a surprise, she got his SNS. She swear her heart almost stop beating. Only god know how happy she is.

But then she slowly realised that it's not a happiness for her.

Right after she got his SNS, she finally aware that she can't be with him. They're both too different, he won't like her anyway.

It's really cruel, true. But the truth always hurt.


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