The Difference between Heart and Mind

Description

“Eomma, why is that noona always come here every Sunday afternoons? ”

“Hmm maybe she’s waiting for someone to come. Maybe her boyfriend.”

“Ooh geurae”

Yes I hear that, little boy.

I don’t even know why I am being like this for 2 years.

In Sunday afternoons, I always sit here on the park bench.

Waiting...

Maybe he’ll run to my side when he sees me.

But no, it doesn’t happen.

And at 7pm, I just go home with hopes, maybe next week, he’ll come here.

Foreword

Eheeey hello everyone! this is the first time i wanna share my story (after a long time being a silent reader) ;___; okay i dont think this is a good story but... i just wanna try to write some fluffy stories kekeke. Plus, my english is not too good sooo hope u dont mind it okaay ^ ^

Enjoy the story~ and dont forget to subscribe or comment below~

and i will use some edits from tumblr or mine ^^

and I decide to change the title kkk ><