I just miss you I just want to talk to you. Only as a friend

go meet friends

How long has it been since I've been this close to you? Small eyes under clear round glasses frames. She's still cute even if it's not the way she felt yesterday. Even though it didn't end on a sweet note, the bitter taste was never forgotten…..

I like you. Why don't you like me?

Gang, gang, gang, the sound of glasses clinking. My eyes began to flutter. She's still cute even though she's fatter than before.

Today is Thursday, tomorrow is Friday. After we talked many times about finding an opportunity to sit and consult or using the word sharing life problems, whatever you want to call it. Now she is teaching at a vocational school in the province.

She was not very happy with the training. Many times she typed "bored, bored, bored"

“Are you free tomorrow? Let's go for a walk or get something to eat,” I texted via messenger.

“Okay, but where are you going? I get off work around 5:00 PM,” she replied.

"I don't know yet. We'll talk about it later. Good night." I abruptly ended the conversation.

I haven't been on my phone all day. I don't know who to communicate with. By the time she opened it, it was 4 p.m. on Friday. She said that a friend would come along and another friend of a friend. She said she didn't know this either.

After that, it's time to finish chopping. I prepared to complete my routine. Just in time, the province organized a festival of good things in Chanthaburi. Travel with distance after lockdown. An announcement came from a loudspeaker somewhere.

If compared to New Year's events, there are very few people. But now the player looks more impressive than before. The people walking around were students, planning to shop with their eyes. Walking around requires spending money. 7 pairs of socks, 100.

And the tripod is now in my backpack. Many people stepped on the shoes.

They sometimes collide, but what is truly revolutionary is that face masks should now become a necessary organ for the public. It's more than stretching out and carrying a bag because you have to show it all the time.

Jock.........Jock The sound of the intestines squeezing inside the stomach. I haven't eaten anything since noon. I need to find something to put in my mouth. Let the oily digestive juices work comfortably. 1 cup of fried pork tendon and 1 package of sticky rice were placed in a plastic bag.

Find a seat that is just right for this meal. There is a large sign on the back. (Chanthaburi Provincial Park)

My phone rang loudly. Because she probably called in messenger but I didn't open the internet in style.

“Where are you now?” her voice came over the phone.

“Right next to the big sign. Park sign"

“Right now I'm leaving the house. Approximately no more than 10-15 minutes to arrive” Her house is not too far away.

“Okay, see you. Drive carefully,” I mean her and her mother who dropped us off.

“Okay, see you,” she finally replied.

Even though it's in the city But the air is still pure. The breeze blows across your face, cool and comfortable. It's like he's gently lifting me up. I sat and scribbled as usual. Find something to do to pass the time.

The phone rings. "Where are you? I can't see you." She seemed to have arrived but still couldn't find her.

“Right at the sign. I was walking and saw it.” I looked up and looked.

and then saw Curly black hair waved its hand and its strength was directed at me. I raised my right hand with a pencil stuck in it. Vibrate left and right as a signal sent back.

Then she came and sat next to me. The atmosphere was now unbelievably comfortable. We chatted for a short time.

Her hand came to protect because of the live spotlight. Shining completely into her face I told her to move and sit on the other side.

“The weather is really nice,” she said, closing her eyes and taking a breath.

“Yes,” while looking at her face.

“Do you want to go together?” She started inviting because if she didn't, I'd be ready to sit here and doodle something for a long time.

I keep my books, diary, pencil case stuffed into a blue Convertible bag.

Then we set off on a blue Wave motorbike. “Want to ride?” I asked, remembering when she was learning how to ride in high school. That was long enough that she should have been able to ride. In the end, I was the one riding for safety because neither of them was wearing a helmet. She started contacting her friends.

Where will we meet at the store? Now I still don't know which store to go to. The rain began to fall down. Until we have to find a place to stay first. She asked her friend again and finally got the place.

.......last night......(

Last night)

I don't want to bring back the past, but it's the name of the restaurant.

It seems like the two of us arrived first. After a while, her friend followed. She encourages new friends to get to know each other.

Then walked into the store. There is a card check. Those under 20 are prohibited from entering. I saw a report that the police were down today.

I still remember in high school finding a store that allowed underage people to enter. It's almost no longer difficult. We have to wait and see if they will randomly detect it or not. It's a fun feeling to do something risky now that I'm past my age.

I handed my card over to the security guard. This card's face is very familiar. He is a senior who is in the yo band and plays the same instrument as me. Even though we weren't in time together, we knew each other through the sibling system that made it easy for us to get to know each other.

Her friend led the way. She followed and I followed her again. We sat at a side table, not busy, the atmosphere was almost always blowing by the wind. The menu was delivered to the table. “Are you going to have a beer or a drink?” her friend said. Turning to the left, I asked her opposite me. and looked at me across the street.

I started making new friends. It wasn't difficult for me to get used to. The more I know that I'm from the south as well. Being from the south like Shenzhen is not bad. After a while, two bottles of green beer arrived. There is a waiter serving along with a gang of three glasses clinking together. I downed it all in my mouth.

I guess I'm used to the customs I just received. "I guess your friend's throat is dry," her friend teased. We sat together for a while and she asked to move to sit next to me.

It should be like that because the intention was I want to talk to you. Soon after, her friend's friend arrived. A tall, thin man with glasses and dark lips came and sat across from me in her place. Then another 4 bottles of beer.

It was placed at the serving table. The worker scoops out ice cubes after ice cubes. Slowly pour the beer over the ice to prevent foam from forming. with the French fries on the cheek that she ordered and chicken nuggets After a while I got to know her friend's friend better.

“Tell me, I want to hear your problem,” I said in her ear.

“It's the same as before, nothing much.” But she looked like there was something there.

Glass after glass of beer is passed down the esophagus, where it is absorbed by the intestines. Until the brain starts to feel dizzy.

How long has it been since I've been this close to you? Small eyes under clear round glasses frames. She's still cute even though it's not how she felt yesterday. Even though it didn't end on a sweet note, the bitter taste was never forgotten.

I like you. Why don't you like me?

Gang, gang, gang, the sound of glasses clinking. My eyes began to flutter. She's still cute even though she's fatter than before.

I often use my legs to kick you. I want to hear your stories. It's not about making new friends. A thin, rounded pillar was grabbed by a woman. She rose and swung like a vertical wriggling earthworm. Enough to catch my eye. But I came back to the person next to me.

I opened my blue Convert bag. Take your pencil case and your diary. Write down the topics and ideas you get from meeting your friends this time. “What are you doing? Homework?” Tak Sheng's friend's voice was startled. “Why write a diary? Write down a topic for a book,” I replied eloquently, “Artists, when you come up with an idea, you have to write it down or you'll forget it.”

A voice added from her friend's friend. In fact, there is also the younger sister of her friend's friend. But there seem to be too many characters....

Now she has a boyfriend. which I know very well Just say it for me. I still always have good feelings for her, even if it's not love and liking like in high school. She was another person who we talked to and felt like the chemistry was right (for me alone) when the power of alcohol started to show. I confessed to her friend that I had a crush on her in high school.

I often get up to go to the bathroom. But I don't think this will be the last time I see her. It was also strange that I invited her to go to the bathroom but she stood and waited. I gave her a thumbs up to signal that I was still okay. Turning to look at her, he motioned for her to return to the table first. I waited in line for a long time to get in.

But when I came out, I walked back to the table. She's not there anymore.

“Have you come home yet? I asked the person at the table.” Yes, you, the guardian has come to pick you up.

I'm both dazed and confused. Why does it feel like I've been abandoned again? When I opened the phone, I saw that there were two missed calls. When I opened it, I found that it was her who called but I didn't receive it. I also drank with friends and friends of her friends for a while.

Until almost 2 a.m. collecting money to pay A 500 baht note was handed out. I feel sorry because I usually don't spend money. But it was still good to get 100 baht back. After paying, everyone dispersed. Only me remained dazed for a while.

Before going back, I stopped by to say goodbye to my elder brother at the Yo band for a bit. Sit and press the phone to call people here and there.

Waited until I was sober and rode back. I couldn't find a way out and drove around for a while. And then I thought I wasn't conscious enough. Go sit and rest in the park for a bit. Even in the city you can still see the stars shining brightly in the sky despite the fog. Somewhat obscured but gives a good romantic feeling. I sat for a while and then returned to the car. Put on your sweater and zip it all the way up. Put on a helmet

The streets were empty at 2:30 a.m. Flashing traffic lights tell you to be careful, look at the cars and make up your own mind. If a mistake happens, it means life. I sing loudly and loudly Cold air penetrates through the sweater.

“At home, sweet dreams,” my voice called out to her. Well, she said she would wait until I got home. But when I called, she seemed to be asleep and woke up to answer. Is that really all, “meeting a friend”?