'I love the way he indulge himself in his hobby.'
'I love his silence.'
'I love his cool face.'
'I love his round eyes.'
Yet, knowing that he already loves somebody else, she feels weirdly lonely, and far from him.
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She don't want to create any problem.
So she will let her feelings for him sleep inside her small place called heart.
She have found some ways to make her heart feel content.
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It is sunny Thursday.
Yet the air is cold.
The sand storm that approaches last week has already disappeared.
She don't have anything to do.
She keeps thinking about that person.
"Huh.." *sighing*
She takes the guitar near the wall.
She sits, close her eyes, thinking for the chord, and start to play a song...
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