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Sitting quietly beside me, playing with your wavy hair tufts, relaxing on the car seat like exhausted kid, spiritless and tired.

I know what you're thinking, you're thinking about me! About how much I'm tacky, about the reasons why I let you down.

I let you down, I know that. I was too hard and cruelty although you were the most soulful person for me, I don't know how I could do that.

You let you hair tuft, touching the ring that pendulous from a white gold series, where its sleeping on your soft chest like a shining star.

You played with it wonderingly, like you were on a far land, a land where I lost the way to it and I'm afraid to never know the way again.

You're soaked on your failure, and I'm soaked on my sin.

But I love you Krystal.

So forgive me..

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Jacklen talking a lot, she's the waiters of the café where we met for the first time, I was reading some book about my country, South Korea. To write a homeland essay and nothing forbidden me from writing, anyway.

Jacklen asked me about what I'm writing, I told her its about Korean history so I could write something for the national day of Korea.

I shirked Jacklen away hardly, I wasn't on a good mood to flirt, they pissed me off those who came on a wrong time to force themselves on me.

I was reading boringly, searching about an edge robe or an beginning idea, I don't know how I'm writing about a country I never loved and a history never tempted me, Gosh, how much that pissed me off to try.

Then you entered, you came to make all the times suited to meet you, you entered like a wild mare, by trustful steps, with a glorious neck, with a lofty forehead, and a rebel hair.

You entered like a free land where I dreamed about for a long time, a land that tempted me for its stubborn and craziness.

You sit softly like a cat, putting your leg above one another fondly, you were wearing a girly scarf around your neck fashionably.

Your soft storm tempt me, its tempted me till my hems shaken in nervously. I harassed you on my way, I harassed you as far as I could, and you answered me in a cocky pithiness that effected my heart, my mind and my parts.

I asked you if you were a lesbian, I remember how you raised your head, and how you sight me a sharp sight like a flame shell...

Your sight were delicious despite the sharpness, despite the defiant.

I don't know how you robbed me quickly Krystal, I don't understand how you attracted my core for the first time my eyes fell on you.

I provoked you a lot that day, I was more thirsty to provoke you after each word and each sentence. Your nervousness was delicious, and your ears redness was exciting. You were