It was wintertime, the day I met you.
I was sitting down at a bus stop, waiting unpatiently for this slow machine to finally come to the station, it was then, that you caught my eye.
You were walking the parallel street, and your hair was messy but you didn't seem to care.
Just then, you faced me but you didn't look at me. you started walking towards the road slowly, cars passed by, but you, you just kept walking.
My bus came, but I didn't get on it, my eyes were fixed ahead.
The bus moved away and the scene came back to my vision, but not you.
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two years later.......
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