IG Story is the reason

I love

Buddhist Lent

I love

Khao porridge

This is an IG story that I open over and over. If you compare me to a large block of ice, it seems like it will melt and disappear in the blink of an eye.

Her eyes were big and sparkling. but hidden with tenderness There is even a three-bear filter. One is a panda bear. The other is a brown bear. The last one is a white polar bear. On your sweet face I looked at it and smiled. If Story IG could play longer it would be great. I'll press rewind if it tells me the number of views like YouTube. I'm the one who pumped up the views for you.

But it's reputed to be good work. I could only use my eyes to glance at the screen. If you want me to tell you to stop being so cute, I probably won't.

I don't know what kind of conversation to facilitate in that chat box. Even though I always wanted to say hello when I opened the message There's nothing I won't scroll to see. Press the name in English letters. Then click to see. If it's not on, then go. If it's on, I feel energized. But I didn't say hello.

When one day I have courage, it will take over. Type it like an essay. Finally, press the delete button for a long time. The chat box has become empty as usual.

I used to scroll to look at old messages. There were moments when it seemed like they talked well. But the message is not very continuous. It is implied.

It wasn't even her fault. Because the person who started and the person who finished must be the same. If the other party doesn't have any feelings for you anymore.

She told me, “Let's talk first. She still doesn't want to have a boyfriend."

She comes out clear in the relationship. But it's strange that she hasn't had a boyfriend yet. But it's not strange anymore because she herself chose not to have one.

If talking about the shape of the waist, face, mouth shape, skin, these are the perfect parts that a woman has. She is not an outstanding person, rather quiet. (Maybe it's because I'm not close to her) but I went to investigate the story from some of her friends and found out that She is good at talking, but only with close people. Because when there is an activity where there is a chance to meet her face to face

I've never heard her full voice before.

I only heard the sound of thank you. A soft voice that was still in my throat, as if I was afraid the other person would hear the beautiful sound and fall for it.

Her legs, even though she's wearing long pants But I was aware that the legs were not slender like chopsticks and not too big. Well, I told you, you are the perfect fit. Suitability that a woman should have. And it's completely gone. The more graceful her walk Might look a bit pretentious But she looks gentle and feminine. Especially on days when she wears a skirt.

The wind blew gently enough to move the skirt. I want to float away with the wind admiring you. Which I can only imagine, especially that she is a person who likes to be with friends. It's hard for me to wrap myself around the intervening wind. Through the space between you and your friend

Do you know what I did last time? After some chats with her had disappeared for a year, suddenly that day I saw her at the overpass. Sitting on the back of a motorcycle, Win was about to stop. I picked up the phone. In my head I was contemplating whether or not I should greet her. And what do you still say?

If I say hello, will she answer? If I answer, what should I do next? I kept walking and decided while walking that it was okay, I just wanted to say hello to her.

“Is it you at the bridge?” A message from me in several months.

“Yes.” After a moment, she replied.

I was stunned for a moment, both happy and excited. What should I do now that she replied? There is no question sentence that follows. There's only an answer sentence. What did I do? Why did I greet her? Did I miss her? I wanted to say hello. Do I still like her? What is wrong with me?

“Okay.” Yes, that's all I replied.

Turn off the internet, don't want to know if she'll read any more messages from me. If you read it, you'll probably think to yourself what the hell is going on. If I don't read it, I might be sad or happy that I don't have to do anything to offend her again.

It appears that she read And I don't know what to do next. Leave the chat like that. Keep it like that.

“The story is like this.” Do you understand me, friend?

“I don't understand why you're doing this,” replied the friend sitting across from him.

“I don't understand either,” I replied.

“Do I still like him? It shouldn't be because during that time we didn't talk. Did I meet another person that I like or that I don't like?"

“About you. Go ask yourself to be sure first. I'm going to waste my time.” My friend got up and waved his hand to leave.

I still feel confused. I think during the time we didn't talk I almost forgot about her. But when there's something stimulating

I love

Buddhist Lent

I love

Khao porridge

I want to type a reply.

I Love you

can?

That's all I could think about and smile. He looked confused, afraid that he would find out. I asked everyone and they said they were no longer worried. He doesn't know how many times anyone has looked at Stories. After being comfortable with this I went in to look several more times. The eyes were big and the face soft and inviting.

While I'm typing, I think I'll go in one more time. (I don't guarantee it either) before it disappears after 24 hours.

then you think Do I still like her? (I'm not an IG story with a memory of only 24 hours.)