Even though I may not be your person But you will still be my person.

Your smile there

I'll be right here

and send a smile back to you

Hello

S.Zero00

Coming back with a short piece of writing to welcome the Valentine's Day festival in this month of love. Recently I've been quite far away from writing and I feel like writing a short story, so I came up with this little short story for you to read. Hope you like it. Don't forget to read and press Comment, criticize, press share to encourage me too.

Thank you all very much.

And it probably wouldn't be possible without you. This short story It probably won't happen :)

H.S

S.Zero00

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That girl of mine in the past

'I never thought the same. That I will come to like someone like you'

They say that when a person encounters a lot of bad things, it makes that person have negative beliefs about it. It works with just about anything if you ever have nightmares with scissors. You must be afraid of scissors. If you have a nightmare with a cat You might be afraid of cats, dogs, rats, snakes, lightbulbs, fans, airplanes, rice bowls, forks, spoons, mats and pillows, double doors and hammers, movie theaters and popcore--

And it's probably the same thing with something called love.

Damn, that's pretty runny. Let's just say that the word love here includes wanting to be lost, wanting to take care of, wanting to belong. Feelings of wanting, wanting to sacrifice, etc.

And that kind of thing happened to me too.

The story of something I hate...and love. at the same time

“What's going on with you and that person?” one of my close friends asked, honestly, without paying much attention. It's almost a daily question in my life. Whether it's that person or this person, someone will have to ask.

“Who?”

“Don't lie! annoying"

“Just keep going.” I didn't mean to be annoying or anything, but it really went on like that. In my chat conversations with that girl, it was really like that. There isn't much hurry in our life, right?

“I can't believe he would agree to talk to someone like... you.” He looked at me and stretched me from head to toe.

“Heel! People have hands, they can type, they have mouths and they can answer. Just talking to each other, how difficult will it be? He's just friendly and talks to me as a friend and acquaintance." I threw out an answer at that dog-mouthed friend.

"Oh, it's your business." He stopped paying attention to me and ran quickly towards his other friends to continue twerking the tiger's whiskers.

Since I joined this group Everything looks good. It's a fun group and we've wanted to join for a long time (after arguing a lot with our parents). The group members are also lovely. The activities were friendly and everything looked normal. I didn't expect that I would meet people I liked in this group.

Didn't really expect it.

Until I met you On the first day of the group's meeting

After I saw her that day I couldn't take my eyes off her...I felt that she was that person. I want to know that girl. I felt like I wanted to be close to him and want to be in his life from that moment on. You can call me crazy. You can say that I like looking at people's faces.

But on that day, I never saw anyone cuter than you.

After that day We had a chance to talk. (Actually, it would be more accurate to use the word "I put myself in the position of being nosy to the point of having a conversation") and we've talked continuously.

When we meet, we always say hello and find things to talk about. And she is a lovely person who is fun to talk to as an acquaintance. If there is anything, let's help each other. Everything looks good.

At first everything was good.

Can you come eat with us someday?

Well...okay.

“So what should I eat?” she asked me that day. We walked together, the two of us, deciding not to wait for the car. and walked to eat together that day I'm super excited even though this isn't the first time we've met.

"Whatever. Actually, I'm not very hungry."

“Today is your day. Choose now.”

“Oh, why are you throwing this? I can't imagine it.”

“Usually when I don't know what to eat with friends, I consider it someone else's day first. Speak first and throw first. So that you don't have to think, "What do you want to eat?"

“Holy shit,” I laughed, and we both laughed softly.

“Wearing a skirt today looks strange,” I said, looking carefully at her lower body.

“Is that strange?” She sounded unsure.

“It doesn't seem very suitable for you. The legs are both short and big.”

“Uh...ee...huh! Remember!” We both laughed together.

After I randomly selected a rice shop (Which is the same restaurant that we eat almost every day.) We went to eat at a dessert shop together. It's her regular shop. She likes to eat from the first day she was raised by her brother, and then eats at this shop almost every time if she wants to eat dessert.

We ordered dessert, which was something like shaved ice or blended and topped with Milo powder. (Cool, don't tell anyone.) We sat down and talked. I picked up my phone and tried to secretly take a photo of her, but she raised her hand to cover her face.

w;

"No, don't take pictures."

“Why?” I asked but quickly took about two pictures with my fingers.

“Why are you taking pictures?” She spreads her fingers and peeks out while still covering her face. I laughed at her innocent expression.

and was lost in thinking happiness that day In fact, that piece of paper I still have posted somewhere in that bright pink post-it shop.

Let's...let's eat together again, right? :)

Actually, every day that passed...was really good.

Today I am sitting under the group. Normally I would have to look for her. Line to find her where she is, guess where she's going. Then went and waited to see if she would be there? Then went to greet her.

Today I don't do that much and the message we exchange is still the same. The past story is still the same as the places we've been together, even though it's not much. When we're together, even if it's not for long, when you smile at my stupid jokes Even though she says it's rubbish Her laughter, her little dimples were still intact.

Everything is still in its original place, that table where she once asked me what was wrong with me? The chair she used to sit on Then tie my hair for me because I don't know how to tie it and I want her to tie it up at the dessert shop we used to go to together. And she complained that she was sleepy. Then I couldn't help but rub her head. In the pictures that I used to send to each other, whenever I went anywhere I would tell the caller that we had called a few times because she had to work and wanted someone to talk to. Even though I can't help at all

Today, we still talk the same way, but both you and I know that it's not like that day...the feelings were drawn more clearly.

And of course I understand. I understand that she doesn't like me.

When I said that today I didn't really look for her, I said that today I didn't want to go and say hello to her.

I lied

I'm still looking for her. Even though it may not be as often as before, I know that I still look for you. And whenever I see her, I don't look for her.

‘Where are you?’ I looked down at the chat line that had popped up on the lock screen. Seeing her name, I looked at it for a moment before clicking to reply to her chat, ignoring other people's chats.

'Under the faculty' I replied and after 2-3 minutes she replied.

'Where?'

I sat at the same table. With a feeling that I wanted to explain, I raised my head. She herself looked up from the next table quite far from where I was sitting.

I gave her a smile. She smiled and raised her eyebrows at me, smiling. And those dimples

It was at this moment that I realized...that I had not changed at all.

'I never thought the same. That I will come to like someone like you'

'And I never thought of it either...'

'That I would like you this much...'

H.S