Reflection

It's a wonderful Sunday afternoon. I sat beside the huge window of the coffee house and looked at the beautiful park. I saw lots of couple were there. They were cycling around the park, fooling around. I thought of him. The person I will never forget. I cried. I cried every time when I thought of him.

He told me, he cant get over what he had went through. He doesn't want me to be a replacement. He doesn't want to cried out the wrong name every time when he wanted to call my name. He doesn't want to bring me to places that I don't like but she likes. He doesn't want me to fake everything out. He wants me to tell him how sick is it every time when he cried out her name instead of mine. He wants me to tell him how much I hate the beach. He wants me to be me. The girl who loves staying at home. The girl who loves to read. But not the girl who is outgoing that loves to club.

After that night, I gave up. In some other words, I am tired of all these. However, I miss those days. Sometimes, I wonder, why cant I just fake everything out to make him happy and loves me? I wonder, what is wrong with me? After so many years, he still cant get rid of them. Am I that horrible?

"knock... knock.."

The sound of someone knocked the window beside me bought me back to the reality. I was stoned by looking at the person. He smiled at me.


Who was it?
A. Her ex-boy friend
B. Another good looking eye candy
C. A little boy with a puppy
D. A person that she knows

It really depends on you. Because I don't know which should I choose. =)