(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.
The quiet spaces and the unspoken words scene people had in Hollywood movie finally I’d experienced. This scene resonated with me. The depth for which I were unprepared. There was a rumbling in my chest, my mouth was dry. I just wanna passed my sight from you when you broke the silence in between. We were not quiet again. We were not strangers longer.
We were wanderers, we both challenged ourselves to finally give in to where we were. And then we met.
And I saw your face.
And you were unusually charming.
We met three times in three different part of the globe. You were part of my adventure a while, years ago. But I still remembering bizarro craps you did, you forgot. I reminiscing mental snapshot of you, so beautiful.
I wish I could tell you. I wish I could adore you openly.
You were perfect lover for me.
And this would have not ended as an unfinished story.
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.
The quiet spaces and the unspoken words scene people had in Hollywood movie finally I’d experienced. This scene resonated with me. The depth for which I were unprepared. There was a rumbling in my chest, my mouth was dry. I just wanna passed my sight from you when you broke the silence in between. We were not quiet again. We were not strangers longer.
We were wanderers, we both challenged ourselves to finally give in to where we were. And then we met.
And I saw your face.
And you were unusually charming.
We met three times in three different part of the globe. You were part of my adventure a while, years ago. But I still remembering bizarro craps you did, you forgot. I reminiscing mental snapshot of you, so beautiful.
I wish I could tell you. I wish I could adore you openly.
You were perfect lover for me.
And this would have not ended as an unfinished story.
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