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Just like her
I've called the number on that note for countless times
But I can't recall any content at all
All I remember is it was in a library
I first met him
It takes 15 minutes to get to the library from home
I always bump into my friends on the way
My favourate seats are always taken
That day was a thursday, cheeseburgers are half price
That book wasn't what i wanted after all
I just quietly followed after him
until I found that memo
All that routines doesn't seem to matter any more
I thought, it would be good if time could stop right this moment forever
Because I never met him again
Following his silent steps
I fantacised he would turn his head to me
A tender smile
it's such a shame
He never did
He is so quiet, as if he did not belong to this world
I think he smokes
I can see traces of yellow on his thumb
I think his dark eyes must hold so much secret
As I feel such tenderness in him yet such sorrow
maked me wanting to hug him tight
May be he is not what I think of him at all
As for now, I feel myself so naive even laughable
Am I really the only one who's Picked up the note?
He is so far from reach
Air in the library are warm and moist
After noon sunlight makes the place surreal
But who can tell a dreamer that she's in a dream
I am afraid of waking, yet I called the number with a feeling of the end
hello?