when the little woman letters, speak herself

i was alone, walking along a street. until i came to a junction, i saw he was standing on the other side. i watched him, luckily he cannot see me. i whisper to myself, what an opportunity to observe him now, without having been caught for doing so.

i stuck for a moment. the mild wind brushes his hair, giving the wavy effect to his hair. i smiled, he never failed to look smart with the hair. he wore a shirt, a stripes shirt where he folded the sleeves up until his elbow, and style it together with a faded jeans. he then completes the attire with a pair of sneakers. simple, but it looks neat and classy. he was holding a book, well..i wish i have a pair of eagle eyes to overcome the distance and catch the glimpse of the book's title.

the next second, i realized i was taking the right side of the road and he makes his way to the left side.

it has been years, and we are not seeing each other. even when we are that close.

do you ever realized that, dear?

disclaimer: again, this isn't my story.

to be continued.