Ntahla....

Hatsukoi…
First love…
It makes me miss him…
Kinda stupid actually…

I met him at age of fifteen…from the moment I saw him…I was in love with him..
We argued about everything and laughed at everything…

I was too shy to confess to him, but my feeling… I dunno how…he found out..
He didn’t say anything…and I was so scare..
And then…he showed up in front of me…

It’s a boring story...really…

He waited me on the corner of the street that close to my school..
I was happy…
It means he loves me too…I guess..
Everyday is the same day…he waited and I was soooooo happy that he did it…

Not for long… I was picked up by my bro or my mom..my mom wanted to…or my dad.. or….I wasn’t really sure….
And I didn’t have a chance to met him again…coz he didn’t have bike to ride in…and so did I..

If he loves me enough he would come to me and ask me why didn’t I showed up and waited for him..
He didn’t need help to find my house….He knew my house, he used to come on Sunday…I didn’t go anywhere…I was there all along…

Its been 10 years since that day…
I remember it as clear as crystal…