My palms were sweaty.
Hands balling up and loosening over and over again.
I'm nervous.
I straightened the creases on my shirt for the umpteenth time.
Do I look good?
Will that person think I'm unattractive now?
Will she even acknowledge me? Afterall, I did go MIA for years. Even our friends don't know where I went.
I walked the path slowly, taking in the nice autumn view as I go towards the place.
There she was.
I stood infront of her. A cool autumn breeze passed by my way. I took a deep breath and built up my courage.
Hey...
I hope you don't blame me for being late.
I had been out of sorts lately, still couldn't get over you. I couldn't really accept it you know? I had a hard time believing.
I know I was such a jerk for leaving you behind but I was really hurt. I didn't know what else to do.
I tried to forget you. But in the end my heart still yearns for you.
Am I cheesy? Do I make you laugh?
That's good. You're even more gorgeous when you smile. Like a pretty flower.
I chuckled.
I know I suck with words. You love me for that though.
Wait...
Whose flowers are those from?
No, I'm not jealous.
Just curious.
They didn't even get the color right.
Your favorite is yellow, not white.
Anyway, It's been awhile since we last saw each other.
3 years perhaps? Or was it 4?
I can't really tell.
Why? You still look the same. Well, a little bit worn out and dirty but not ugly though.
Still beautiful.
Though you would look nicer in brighter colors.
Don't be angry. I'm not saying you look outdated.
It's just...
I think black and white really doesn't suit you.
