Anterograde Tomorrow

Description

Words are like that. They deceive, they pile up, it seems they do not know where to go, and, suddenly, because of two or three or four that suddenly come out, simple in themselves, a personal pronoun, an adverb, an adjective, we have the excitement of seeing them coming irresistibly to the surface through the skin and the eyes and upsetting the composure of our feelings.

Foreword

People will wonder what kind of people spend their time on a long way rather than take the shortcut. I wonder why. But this person is me. People might think I'm weird. But I just comfortable in my way like this. I just need to sit on the bus waiting for the last stop. It takes 1 hour. Yes, I spend my time on the way for that long time, although I know there's a shortcut. But I rather sit down on the bus than spend the entire time in the traffic. I can write my story or watch the movie that I haven't finished it. People were looking in a hurry, maybe because they need to come early to their office. Although I get an office hour too, but I always get up early and going to the bus station early in the morning. That's some way that I do to make myself comfortable.

I was never recognized people on the street. I never aware whether I met the same person or not. Because I always spend my time on my p8hone to read or finish my story. Until one day, when it's so crowded in the bus. I almost fell because the bus stop suddenly, though it's not the first time, but this time was a bit different. There's a guy holding my arms when I almost fell. I recognized that he's gorgeous and handsome. His smiles could take away the girl'sheart, I will be a liar if I said that my heart didn't fluster because of him. I said thanks to him for helping me. His smile even wider this time. I just looked away after he released my arms. 

I will never hoping to see him again. Because the schedule's bus was never the same. But today is different. I go home later than other mycolleagues. I've been finishing in the latest design for the next magazine. 

 

I met him. And he's the one who recognized me first.

 

 

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