(Notes: I ain't good in English writing. For practicing, I make short stories. This is my first, inspired by destination romance I heard on the road does happen. Yes, romance, yes. That's one of reasons that keeps life alive, right?)
It was fine January night in Penh’s Hill the first time I met you when I was wandering. In the middle of my first ‘lost in translation’ moment a while, years ago… I saw your face.
Deep sort of way I intrigued my book I only read once and did not think or speak of much with others that night… I saw your face.
Loved it in quiet. You and me were quiet.
It was fine January night in Penh’s Hill the first time I met you when I was wandering. In the middle of my first ‘lost in translation’ moment a while, years ago… I saw your face.
Deep sort of way I intrigued my book I only read once and did not think or speak of much with others that night… I saw your face.
Loved it in quiet. You and me were quiet.
