Before I forget, I better pin it here.
I saw you, driving a girl, who’s holding her silky terrier on her lap, in your bright red car. It’s your car that I saw, it’s exactly the same number, the same colour in reality.
I was curious, so I made a decision to track the both of you. She’s in a bright blue top matched with a three-quarter tight jeans when I saw her get off your car. Similarly, you were in a bright blue t-shirt tucked in a pair of dark brown shorts. Holding her right hand with your left one, the two of you walked towards the flee market, look-see things being sold there.
Don’t you ever notice that the flee market is situated opposite my house? One of my mates signaled me to look over to the flee market, indicating me turn my head to my left side (where they were). I hated her so much for being a super duper busy body, so I ignored her as I already what’s happening.
I peeped you from my veranda, through those clothes hanging beneath the hot sun. I saw you smiling happily. Didn’t you feel like someone’s watching over you? I thought to myself. Many times you tried to look back, I ducked each time you do so. I did send you a message, “Hehe.” I just couldn’t give any reason why I only typed that.
Broad day light turned to a dark gloomy night when my eldest sister got home. Three of them (another guy appeared who seemed to be one of my classmates back in high school) lingered the house next door which was vacant. Sis asked me what I was doing outside, I told her that I was looking at Buckie, our dog. I answered her in a loud voice, hoping that you’ll hear me. Strangely, you, too did the same thing. Did you really hear me? I really think that you heard me. I hope you do. Anyway, it’s weird why would you people enter the house. I tried to tell them not to go into the house, I just don’t want anything to happen to them. (you know, those dirty things and etc.)
I didn’t understand why you, the girl, the guy and me in someone’s house. You and I were talking as if we were best of friends. I don’t remember what we did more after that but when the moment came for you to leave, I looked at you in your eyes and mutually you looked at me. Your dreadful eyes told me that you didn’t want to go. I didn’t want you to leave too, I wanted to embrace you in my arms, but I just can’t. Sigh.
I love you.
