"Shmily". ...The word i always said to her, but the word "Shmily" she never know what its means, i always say to her, infront of her...even though i look like a fool. ...The day i meet her at school, i always try to get close to her...i am doing every thing to get close to her...even i know she hate, i always call her stupid or fool, to get close to her. One day her friends told me that she like me too... but she hate me...pretty funny, i started to get her attention...but she always go home, she started give us a fake smile i don't know why...but i know its fake, she's faking it. Day pass like that, when i plan to go home...i saw her talking to phone..."I hate him...i wish i never meet him"...the word hate...hurt me so much i don't know why...then i started to stop my feelings for her, but i can't its still saying that i still like her, i ask my mom about it and she said its because i love her...but know she hate me. Did you know means of "Shmily."?
I meet a handsome boy. ...Its my first time going to lower class, i feel bad. When i enter to our classroom, i saw a handsome boy but she ignore me, but its okay...i sit at my chair, and talk to my friends and they say that boy is cold as ice...but he looks nice, Until tomorrow he come to me and talk i am thinking that he will ask for friendship...but i am wrong he call me fool...and i smile at him...days pass like this he also started to call me "Shmily"...at the first i always ignore and smile for it. ...But i was planing to buy some food for snacks and i heard him "Shmily...see how much i love you."...at that time i froze at my place for one minute...i feel pain at my heart not being stab by knife...much more than that, then i start to walk like nothing happen. ...i go home after my classes are done, walk to my room and said to my self i am a fool, a fool who always try to get close to the person who love someone else...then i feel wet at my eyes...and i am cry i never cry before...then we got a call we didn't know what is it...my mom drop the phone because of shock...and my mom said to me that my dad is died...i don't know how to show my emotion but...i eat a bar told to my mom "Mom nice joke we just got call and told us dad is died"...we drive to hospital and see my dad sleeping in the cold room...i almost shout dad wake up...but the doctor came and say i am sorry for your lost. ...In that night i started to fake all...even in school i didn't tell to my friends that my dad pass away...one day i was in the phone talking to my mom "No mom i don't want him to be my dad...i hate him...i wish i never meet him"...mom married another man...before we move to paris i visit are room at school and see at my chair say "Shmily"...i smile trough the pain, and move to another country.
