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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 17, 2017

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Submitted: March 17, 2017



Do you remember first time we talked? I asked you a question about the exam we were having in a week. You were needed a few moments to open your mouth. Sometimes I lie to myself that you were sorry you didn’t know the answer. “I wouldn’t know” you said sadly while rising your eyebrow and looking away. This was five months after the beginning of the collage year. We were in the same class every day.

What about the second time? It was on exam in June. I can’t remember what we talked about. We were standing by the window in a group of people, the sun was shining and you were wearing bright green t-shirt. I couldn’t look away from your green childish eyes glowing brightly on the summer sunlight. I was falling deeply and deeply into them.

The whole year passed by.

After summer break, while I was heading to the collage, I was thinking about you and hoping to see you. I didn’t know why. I didn’t understand why you were appearing on my mind throughout the summer. The odds were small. I was just about to enter the bookshop and you came out. I smiled and said hello. You did too. The third time.

Now months have gone by. We had our moment that night. You hugged me and kissed me in the hair. I couldn’t believe what’s happening. And I let it die. No. I killed it. I know I may seem coldblooded and not interested, but you must know that’s not how I feel inside. I’m just too shy. I gave you such a hard time. You were patiently waiting for the signal. But still I haven’t given one. Now you seem to change and you act differently. You are stepping back and I understand. I just really want to say “Sorry”.

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