True love. You guys sure about that? It is said that "True Love" belongs to each person? Love that he thinks is very beautiful and can make people who experience it turned into happy? The true myth of love that repeatedly roars in this heart.
I looked at the white frame on the edge of my bed. I smiled as I watched the object on the frame.
It is not a photograph or painting. Just a shabby paper. The PKN notepad I once torn from his 3 years old book at the time of the junior farewell show. He did not even know that I had torn his notebook. In fact, chances are he never knew me. I'm just one of hundreds of fans who are in school.
He is not an artist. He's just a handsome and intelligent student who studied at my school when it was time. He is rich and talented in sports. In fact, it is the cool nature that is the main attraction for women, especially me.
However, in a way, I do not really show myself if I really like him. Nor did I ever say hello or admonish her when I passed her again. I just love it through silence.
In fact, the tear of PKN notes I picked up secretly to keep my memories with her while at school. I smile again when I look at the rips of paper. A good man, whatever it is, if it is stupid though, then he will keep coming back again and again. And I really believe if someday we will meet again.
Then I took the paper out of the frame. I hugged intently, and I invited the paper to smile and laugh together.
It's crazy, silly, really. After I was satisfied with what I was doing, I put the paper back into the frame on my desk.
And ...
Syuuuuttt ...
The paper came out of the window and flew out by the winds of the blowing winds and falls in the nest. I hurried out of the house and ran after the paper. The paper is the only item I can always remember.
As I grabbed it a bit longer, the wind blew so hard again with the paper. I'm really upset. Finally I chase on the paper.
When I was about to pick it up, it was trampled by someone. Then the person grabbed the paper. However I still feel annoyed when I found out if the paper was stepped on someone. Upset I still watch the dusty and somewhat angry streets.