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.. I met her last summer..
When the salty breeze of air told me to leave the sea and ran tip toed against the current.
Its tiring.. surfing and diving and such..
But, it made a way for me to see her. So I think its worth it..
I can recall the first time I entered the glass door of the souvenir shop slash café of the small town nearby sea..
I was really amazed to have ever seen her..
Her long lovely black shiny hair...
Her simple smile.
It always made my day..
And Her brilliant eyes that's making me want to stare at it forever..
But I am shy.
I don't have the idea to confess..
but I still tried and made myself walk forward towards her side.
I always stood on the stool beside the cashier, the place where she is usually at.
Just as usual, I stood before the counter to order any kind of drink that the waitress would give me. bitter. sweet. sour. I don't care what kind of drink was it.
All I knew then is that she is beside me.
Just beside the corner of the stool bar, just inches before me.
My heart still skips a beat at times I thought about it..
Days passed by, and I felt that I became more attached to her. Though I still don't have the courage to even stand in front of her.. And tell her how much I liked her..
All I can do is to just always visit the café and stare at her secretly...
Often times, I see the staffs of the café looking at me, laughing at my hopeless romantic one sided love affair..
But I didn't care..
As long as I'm not doing anything bad, I know there's nothing wrong about me.. I thought..
So I just kept staring.
Until one day.
She's no longer in the cafe.. I ask myself Why?
I got sad with the conclusions I've formed inside my head. maybe because the summer break is over, she has to go back to her own town, I know she kinda look like a foreigner.. maybe she's from europe? I don't know, I don't want to think about it..
I'm still thinking positive.. that maybe she'll appear..
But hours passed and she's still not showing up..
Still no signs of her around...
I thought of the possible things that had happened to her.. But its just making my feeling worst so I decided to approach the cashier to ask about her..
Ask if she's gonna come back again, and if she'll do,, then when???
Yeah.. It sounds a little bit obsessed and overacting..
But no one can blame me..
I've loved her for a long time.. yes. I did. I loved her secretly.
I just don't have the courage to ask her if she can be mine. I'm a coward.. I know..
but it is because
I don't have anything.
I'm just poor man. I admit..
I don't have the money.. Glamorous car and suits..
A truth that's pretty disgusting of me..
Its an embarassment..
she's the most precious woman I have ever seen... She's one of a kind.. While me.. I'm nothing compared to her...
And now she's gone.
My world almost break when I heard the answer of the cashier to my questions about her..
"I'm so sorry young man... But.
The potrait has been sold..... A few minutes before you arrived. Guard please take him away, He's scaring the customers."
The cashier smiled at me and later on cracked in laughter.
everyone laughed at me.
"is he the crazy man in this town? I pity him"
"such a good looking man, but a disgrace in the family"
I ran out of the cafe.. I can't believe that the most precious woman I know was taken away from me. much more hurtful than those words I always hear from people around. that I am literally crazy..
I can't kept but cry ugly upon being brokenhearted..
I hate my life.
~the end~
Alternative Title:
"The Crazy Man Who Fell in Love with Mona Lisa"
(credits to the Mona Lisa Painting by Leonardo Da Vinci ❤️)
