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Missed Connections

Missed Connections

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Published by Kristine Pauline

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Published by: Kristine Pauline on Jul 15, 2012
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I was sitting in that bench. It was autumn. I watched as the maple leaves fell slowly to the ground.

The wind smoothly blows my hair sideways. It was the perfect weather. The flowers were glowing from the rays of the sun. Oh, there’s my favorite one. The deep red shade of that Tulip stands out. I fell in deep thought looking at that certain flower. Then I felt someone staring at me. I looked up, and there he was. We caught each other’s eyes. We held that gaze for a few seconds. We were enthralled. It felt like it would never end. But then I blinked. Then I looked away, and so did he. I saw my best friend coming so I stood up and walked past him, without looking at him again. Since then, I would wait for him at that same bench. Hoping I would see him again, to finally get the chance to talk to him. But he never showed up. Then one morning, as I was walking in the hallway heading out, I saw him rushing on his way in. And as if the wind was teasing me it blew my hair again, backwards this time. My heart was beating so fast against my chest. I’m not certain if he saw me. So I walked past him and acted like I never saw anything special. When I thought he was already far from me, I tried to look back. But he’s gone. That afternoon, he was sitting outside their lecture hall. He tried to get my attention. While me and my best friend were walking past him he cleared his throat and called me “Miss”. I didn’t look at him, though I know he was referring to me. My best friend and I looked at each other, and then giggled. Without my knowledge, he asked one of my friends what my name was. That’s why I was so surprised when he called me by my name when we passed by him again. I know I blushed, so I just smiled at him. And without saying anything, I continued walking. I don’t know why, but I have no courage to talk to him. I just can’t. I tried hard to act normally when my heart was pounding. I thought that was the start… I was so excited the next morning to see him. He never failed me. I saw him with a red Tulip in his hand, walking towards me. The next scene I saw… …broke my heart for the first time.

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