
Do you remember Ardan? Right, he was my old high school friend. We met through misunderstanding. I used to hate it so much, but it's true people say don't hate someone too much later even become love. Love and hate are close. At first we were close because of a group. But after that day, I paid more attention to him. Not because I hate, maybe out of curiosity. Curious it began to grow into love without me noticing. I like whatever he does. I am happy to see him enjoying his day. I was sad to see him sad. That was how it was at first, not a special thing that made me fall for him but just a trivial thing thanks to the kindness of his heart.
That day, since the last time we went to the cafe together. He would take me to the cafe more often. At first I thought he was lonely. So I thoughtlessly agreed to it too. I didn't think it was special so I never refused. My heart is beginning to cozy up to him, I am always waiting for his invitation. From then on I knew I was starting to fall for her. He's the cold type isn't it strange that the soul suddenly turns into a warm person. I thought he might do this because he likes me. I really hope for more, too. But he never reveals his feelings.
I always waited patiently for him as my friend took refuge behind the swiftness of my feelings. We are old enough to start this story. But what's up with him? is not it easy to express feelings to people who are always met.why he waited all this time. That day my feelings had peaked, I could not bear to live a relationship that I do not know what its name is. That day I expressed my feelings. "Ardan, I want us to be more than just friends"
"Destroyed was my pride, I expressed feelings to this man", I thought. But he replied with a smile. My heart melted instantly, what is this? He also likes me to know what. But he neither accepted nor refused. Just one word he said "wait for me". That day he said he had to go abroad. The sudden news immediately dropped my feelings. He'll be flying tomorrow, he'll have a lot to prepare. He left without another word even after hearing the expression of my heart. And that feeling still endures to this day. When I was no longer the age of the old High School boy.
I was tired of waiting, in how many years I waited for no news from him that I received but my heart still remains the same. I have spent many days in despair but no words can make me stop surviving.
I will always be here waiting for it I have said many times but I am too sick to say even if only for one more time.
When this patience had run out, the news of the return began to be heard in the ear.
But it's useless I'm happy, he's home but I can't even see him. He didn't come home here. Instead of just going home for his college materials. It is ironic that this love story.