Eight
10 Years to RealizationYes we talk about the weather,coffee, stars, bread, music and every unimportant things, she was the one who talk, and i’m just listen to her. Then she stop talking as her eyes caught the pink box on the table.
“What’s that unnie?”
“A gift.” I answer flatly. She remind silent for awhile like she was thinking something deep.
“You like pink?” she asked me and look at my clothes, “You don’t seem a person that like pink things.”
Of course i’m not. I wear leather jacket with white tshirt, tight washed jeans and converse shoes, i look a like a rocker now. But she was true, if it’s not because of her, i wouldn’t ever touch pink things.
I chuckeld softly, “Yeah i don’t like pink, very much! But she like pink very much.” I smile.
“The person that you waitting for? She seem so important to you until you want touch the things that you don’t like.”
I just nodded and take a sip of greentea latte that she brought before we start our weather-talk.
“You wait her for almost 6 hours in here, touch the thing that you don’t like and bring something for her.” I look at her eyes try to understand what she want to say. “She really important to you Unnie?” I didn’t answer her question. “ I bet she always can make you do everything she told, you must be can’t say no to her right?” I still try digest what she told to me, “And i bet, even she hurt you so bad, you will still beside her no matter what. Right unnie?”
Right. She hit
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