the usual love story.. c.1/7 .. the remembrance ...

As i entered, I see her sitiing at her usual place, far away at the corner of the coffe shop. She is reading a newspaper, a cup and a saucer on the table, a Nokia N95 and her purse next to the plate of kueh tiaw goreng. She in her white low cut sleeveless white blouse and her black skirt . Her hair was thick and black as the ebony at shoulder length. Her light brown hazel shape eyes fix to the paper she was reading, in her own world does not move even with the sound of chairs moving. Her lips is red as red as the red rose blooming happy to see the morning sun. Her skin is fair with a little reddish on the cheeks. Once in a while she raise her hands up to her forehead moving away the hair. Her Kueh tiaw still there waiting top be touch.I remember then and it was a few months ago.

Now the sit is empty, there is no more she that I admire so much. Empty and seems like anyone who entered the coffee shop was waiting for her to come and sit at her seat., the seat is meant for her and no one dares to thought otherwise.

For me, i come here with hope. Hope to see her again. Hope to give her what i have promised. Hope to be part of her life as she is to my life. I missed her so much, she has become part of me since the day i saw her there and it was in February......