Hello all readers. This is the first story that I wrote about. Normally, I'm just a reader. You can criticize.
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...It's today. The day you deserve to be the happiest...
I don't know since when I had to stand at this bus stop. At this time, doing it has become my daily routine, whether it's raining, the sun is shining, there's thunder and storm. I still have to come and stand here, every now and then. I'm willing to suffer for the few seconds that I can be the happiest. of each day
That's it...she's here. The first time I saw her I caught a glimpse of a second sun. That bright glow beneath that smile makes my heart beat so fast that my hand that has been with me for so many years doesn't know where to put it..it's so cluttered.
I always secretly followed her, trying not to let her know and not daring her to find out. Every time I come before her and get in the car after her, sometimes I can't help but criticize myself. Am I some kind of stalker? But let it be. I did it and I'm happy.
That day, I remember that it was raining, causing me to arrive several minutes later than usual. It made me hurry, so I ran without looking carefully. As a result, I crashed into someone so hard that when I looked up it made my face gape as well…it was her. The first words I should have said were probably “sorry,” but dammit.
The damned mouth said, “Hello,” was what I said and that was the first time she smiled at me and we sat there laughing. Damn, I wanted time to stop there.
After that day, her and I moved our relationship to being acquaintances. We greeted each other. We stood talking while waiting for the bus, smiling at each other, laughing at each other. I'm hopeful, right?
But even though we talked more, I still didn't have the courage to attack her. We're still just friends waiting at the bus stop, even with your name. I still don't dare ask...
Today is still the same as usual every day. But she seemed to be waiting for something because her eyes were always scanning the road. Until I saw her look away again and smile a smile full of joy. She smiled with both her mouth and eyes, an expression like the morning sun. As for the eyes, they are like stars in the night. It's so beautiful
Before I knew it, there was a car parked in front of us, so I realized it and looked after it. So I saw that there was a young man around my age walking towards the two of us, smiling. So she turned around and smiled at me, said bye bye to me, and then walked away... I could only smile like that. That day I went to work late.
From that day on, everything remained as usual. But in my heart I have many questions. Which I still don't dare ask, but I think I already know. But..at least we're still friends.
Oh, there's a lot of mention of the past. It's better to come back and live with me in the present. Today I still do what I usually do, which is wait for her at the bus stop, and she still comes here at the same time. But today, the extra thing is the card in her hand. light pink card with gentle pattern On the card was a picture of her in an ivory white dress.
with men in the same colored Thai suits smiling at each other on the card. Holding hands softly Both of their eyes There was love evident in it, and my face immediately smiled. But why did my heart ache like someone was squeezing it?
That day she invited me to her wedding. She said she wanted to see me there. Because she said I was her best friend, a friend whose name she didn't know. A friend who barely knows each other, but she says that when she's with me she's comfortable. and concluded by saying: “You can go.” That day she gave me the card.
It's the first time I know her name... The picture is beautiful and the name is good...
I also didn't know how I had gotten back to the right room because the next time I realized I was sitting on the sofa looking at the cards. Look at the picture on the card. Look at the smile on that card. When you look up at the clock, it's already noon. I must take a day off from work, I told myself.
Today is her wedding day. Personally, I was in a suit that I was going to wear to a wedding. I was already dressed and in a few minutes the auspicious time would come. But I was still sitting and looking at the card, that picture, that smile. I didn't know what I was looking for. Just want to look
Last day that day I didn't dare...even congratulate her. On one of the most important days of her life, I chose to walk away. My heart no longer hurt like it was being squeezed. I feel more than happy about her happiness, but one thing that is still in my heart is Regret...regret for not being brave enough, regret for being too late. It's a pity...in many matters.
From that day My life schedule has changed a bit since I moved to a new place. Probably won't use the bus again. But changed to the electric train instead when I first got on it. I'm not used to it at all. I feel very uncomfortable. Should I go back to using the bus again?
It's been more than a year since I took the electric train. Even though at first it was uncomfortable and sometimes dizzy, after a while I started to get used to it. It was even more fun to look at each other's lives. Some of them were asleep. Some people look down on their phones. Some people read books Do some people listen to my personal songs? I miss her sometimes. But it was like the wind that blew past for a brief moment and then disappeared.
I keep it in my memory. It's a good time when we love someone. While I was thinking about something for fun, someone walked up and slammed my head on my shoulder. I looked over and saw a little girl wearing glasses next to me laughing. I had the same feeling as when I first met 'that girl'. She said "I'm sorry" and raised her hands in greeting. Repeated three or four times
How silly, I looked at her for almost a minute. Until her expression was like that of someone who didn't know what to do, then I said my first words to her, "Hello, what's your name?" with a smile that I think is the most handsome. Well, this time I won't miss it again.