He is different. he's not like the guys that some girls are dating now. he has his own characters that you cant find in other guys. he's somehow,,, rare. i remembered that time when we used to sit on the curb, side of the road. we were eating ice creams. we talked about the cars that passed by. we talked about each others lives. i loved to hear stories from him. they were all interesting. unlike mine. dull and boring. we laughed on the ice creams marks on each other shirts. i liked it when he thought of exchanging the ice creams and how his face reacted on vanilla. he hated it that much. i always love every "curb with ice creams" moments. but we rarely did this. because we rarely met. its not twice a week nor twice a month. prolly i can say that maybe once a month or months. but that doesnt tear us apart. i dont know, it's like,,, we're tied up. i love him. i really do. he never said like this. but i can see it in his eyes. yes. he's not like any other guys who can easily speak that three words. he's never indeed. because he didnt says. he showed.
i dont mind what people think and say. they asked me to leave. but i know he'll come. that's why i aint go anywhere. because i know, when he's back, the Sun will show up.
