She’s there again.

Sitting on the bench and playing with her guitar.

I was passing by the school garden when I heard that voice, that same lovely voice.

Every afternoon, I always pass by here just to see her, to hear her sing.

It’s been a week since I first saw her. She was alone that Monday afternoon.

I assume she’s a transferee because no one dares to stop to greet her.

I was just going to her but my friends called me and so I left.

I don’t understand but there’s something in her that gets me interested. The second time I passed by the garden, I saw her again

. I really am urged to approach her but I always fail to do. Just like today.  I want to know her.

I want to. But maybe next time, I will.