Yes, A Valentine's Day Special!
Well actually, I have had a long day at work, and it's neither sleeping time, nor surfing the net time, so I thought I would let myself be hypnotized by my own made-up story :)
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She turned her eyes to look at the man sitting next to her. He might have sensed that she is looking at him right now, but somehow, he did not turn to face her. A thought came up, but she thought it's better for her to keep it to herself for now.
They must have been sitting there for hours, because the couple sitting next to them was probably the 3rd change of persons who sat by the river. Most of the people sat here to rest their tired feets. Some came with shopping bags, obviously satisfied by the sale offers from the shops at the nearby mall. Some young couples were pushing their strollers, with a baby, or a toddler, or both. Everyone seemed pleased with their companions. And so was she.
"I had imagined this night for the longest time, sitting here with a girl..." his words trailed off. Her eyes lit up. She wanted to hear what comes after the word "girl", but he didn't seem to want to continue. "You know, it's kinda nice to sit here, very cool and windy," he continues "I wonder what it is like to be the developer who re-invent this whole place..." Her head dropped a little. This wasn't what she wanted to hear.
It's their third time having a dinner together. Just the two of them. He's always the one who initiates the date, if you will call it, and was never late to meet her at the appointed place. She always looks forward to meeting him, somewhat, even hoping the clock will run faster so that she would see him sooner tonight. She had received a text message from him this morning, asking if she could meet him for dinner, because he "needed" her eye to choose a present for his friend. "Needed me? Hehehe... Oohkay... I'll see what he "needs"," she thought after replying him.
But now, she wonders if she is really needed. He did not mention anything about shopping, nor did he talk about who is the present for, or what was the occasion. They met for dinner at one of the deli, because he said he felt like having something light. And now, here they are, staring at the river, with him talking in a mixture of imagination and matter-of-fact. She rolled her eyes and decided to stop guessing.
"Uh-hem.." She cleared her throat. "Mr Greg, you told me that you needed my eyes to see some present. So are we going to head to the mall before they close? Who is the gift for anyway?" She tries to sound nonchalent. She kept her tone neutral so as to make it sound like a "good friend" talking, and that he wouldn't detect her eagerness to want to be more involved in the decision.
"Erm... Well, yes, we do have to make a move, ya?" He stood up from the steps and began walking. She pouted, and wasn't quite willing to move further. "Greg, why don't you tell me what you have in mind, so that we can be more focused?" She hope the night would end soon, because she knew nothing is going to happen. He is not about to tell me he likes me, she conceded.
He turned and smiled. And stretched out his hand towards her, "Come on, you are suppose to help me!" She looked at that outstretched hand, and look at him. "What do I do now? Do I grab his hand, or what?" She must have stayed that way for the next minute or so. He saw that she is waging her decision, and before she knew it, he grabbed hold of her hand, and lifted her up from the steps.
His hand was strong and assuring. And her hand felt protected in his. And the lift was... She almost felt as if she was lifted up from her "wonderings" and "guessings". She stood there, her eyes gazing back at him.
"C'mon, girl. We are going to Sweet Butter. We are going there to enjoy some lovely cupcakes..." his voice trailed off again. She gave him a suspicious look, and he felt he had to continue, "... and I would like to ask you to be my girlfriend."
She thought the world spinned like a thousand times before her when she heard that. She shook her head and open her eyes wide, "I'm sorry?" Greg, realising that those words had startled her, squeezed her hand and assured the girl. "June, I want you to be a part of my life. And I don't want to meet you just for dinners. I want to be the one to miss you, I want to think about you, I want to eat cupcakes with you.
June. I like you."
Her world spinned again. But this time, it didn't take too long for her to recover. She revealed a smile when she has come to, and looked at the man right in front of her. "I like you too."
The world seemed to suspend in time after those words were spoken, and it seemed like they were the only persons along that river tonight.
Tonight.
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She turned her eyes to look at the man sitting next to her. He might have sensed that she is looking at him right now, but somehow, he did not turn to face her. A thought came up, but she thought it's better for her to keep it to herself for now.
They must have been sitting there for hours, because the couple sitting next to them was probably the 3rd change of persons who sat by the river. Most of the people sat here to rest their tired feets. Some came with shopping bags, obviously satisfied by the sale offers from the shops at the nearby mall. Some young couples were pushing their strollers, with a baby, or a toddler, or both. Everyone seemed pleased with their companions. And so was she.
"I had imagined this night for the longest time, sitting here with a girl..." his words trailed off. Her eyes lit up. She wanted to hear what comes after the word "girl", but he didn't seem to want to continue. "You know, it's kinda nice to sit here, very cool and windy," he continues "I wonder what it is like to be the developer who re-invent this whole place..." Her head dropped a little. This wasn't what she wanted to hear.
It's their third time having a dinner together. Just the two of them. He's always the one who initiates the date, if you will call it, and was never late to meet her at the appointed place. She always looks forward to meeting him, somewhat, even hoping the clock will run faster so that she would see him sooner tonight. She had received a text message from him this morning, asking if she could meet him for dinner, because he "needed" her eye to choose a present for his friend. "Needed me? Hehehe... Oohkay... I'll see what he "needs"," she thought after replying him.
But now, she wonders if she is really needed. He did not mention anything about shopping, nor did he talk about who is the present for, or what was the occasion. They met for dinner at one of the deli, because he said he felt like having something light. And now, here they are, staring at the river, with him talking in a mixture of imagination and matter-of-fact. She rolled her eyes and decided to stop guessing.
"Uh-hem.." She cleared her throat. "Mr Greg, you told me that you needed my eyes to see some present. So are we going to head to the mall before they close? Who is the gift for anyway?" She tries to sound nonchalent. She kept her tone neutral so as to make it sound like a "good friend" talking, and that he wouldn't detect her eagerness to want to be more involved in the decision.
"Erm... Well, yes, we do have to make a move, ya?" He stood up from the steps and began walking. She pouted, and wasn't quite willing to move further. "Greg, why don't you tell me what you have in mind, so that we can be more focused?" She hope the night would end soon, because she knew nothing is going to happen. He is not about to tell me he likes me, she conceded.
He turned and smiled. And stretched out his hand towards her, "Come on, you are suppose to help me!" She looked at that outstretched hand, and look at him. "What do I do now? Do I grab his hand, or what?" She must have stayed that way for the next minute or so. He saw that she is waging her decision, and before she knew it, he grabbed hold of her hand, and lifted her up from the steps.
His hand was strong and assuring. And her hand felt protected in his. And the lift was... She almost felt as if she was lifted up from her "wonderings" and "guessings". She stood there, her eyes gazing back at him.
"C'mon, girl. We are going to Sweet Butter. We are going there to enjoy some lovely cupcakes..." his voice trailed off again. She gave him a suspicious look, and he felt he had to continue, "... and I would like to ask you to be my girlfriend."
She thought the world spinned like a thousand times before her when she heard that. She shook her head and open her eyes wide, "I'm sorry?" Greg, realising that those words had startled her, squeezed her hand and assured the girl. "June, I want you to be a part of my life. And I don't want to meet you just for dinners. I want to be the one to miss you, I want to think about you, I want to eat cupcakes with you.
June. I like you."
Her world spinned again. But this time, it didn't take too long for her to recover. She revealed a smile when she has come to, and looked at the man right in front of her. "I like you too."
The world seemed to suspend in time after those words were spoken, and it seemed like they were the only persons along that river tonight.
Tonight.
Labels: love, story, valentine's day
4 Comments:
is this really a made-up story?
=)
it's good, you know. but it would be better if it happened in real life.
:) It's really a made-up story. Something I imagine would be nice to happen in reality :) Happy Valentine's!
Loved this story. - D W
:) Thanks D W. I am glad it's well received :)
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