They told me that I was in love. This time, it wasn't the doctors.
It was the two people I both loved and hated: my parents.
Still, I continued to doubt. How could I love? I don't believe I'd ever felt it fully before. Not even for my parents.
I had become numb to most feelings as soon as I was rejected by most of society.
Still, my one thing made me feel one sure feeling. I felt intrigued.
He was definitely interesting.
From the way he talked, his voice so low, but so soft and quiet, to the way he walked, almost in a liquid state, so graceful and fluidly. Even his ring, the shiny, dark class ring on his right hand made me wonder about him.
I wondered about him, but that didn't mean I loved him.
We did have the same favorite café though, and that was how I met him. He had smiled softly at his waitress, taken her hand and shook it during his first time there.
The waitress seemed startled. I, hidden in my booth, a large glass in front of me, was startled as well.
The man released her hand in confusion, he had blushed and apologized in that lulling voice.
He seemed innocent, a naïve little boy inside of the body of a large male.
He seemed...perfect.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
They Told Me...
PuisiAlicia is not a normal girl. Though she looks like one, though she believes deep in her heart she might just be as normal as anyone else, she is not. Alicia is not a normal girl, but she does like coffee, and that's something, isn't it?
