a cute boy

I was in a rush
she was sick
and i was worried
to get away
fast
he passed by
i barely noticed
pushing the trolley down the path
saying
I could finally understand the concept of overload
that was funny
i looked up
just in time
to see his face from behind
he was cute
and indeed
the trolley was fulled with things
i met him again
checked and paid
he was laughing with his family
playing pranks on each other
the black spectacles shined
above his smile
his face stick around
and when i turned around
he was already out of the page
and when i met him again
i thought wrong
both faces could not match
are they the same?
no idea

The bakery

The Sun did a great job.
She held up her hand.
The sunlight escaped through her hand.
It burnt. Hot.
She hid herself under the small umbrella.
It was near. She could smell the sweet taste of bread.
Breadking.
She always wondered.
Why on earth that bakery was called as "Breadking"?
Why not "Breadqueen"?
Okay, no need to be hard on herself.
She always ended arguments in such manner.
She walked this way.
He walked the other way.
They met right in the middle of the path.
Breadking.
But, she did not notice him.
She chose some bread.
He lined up in front of her.
Checked. Paid.
She took up her bread.
He was already out of the shop.
They walked their separate paths.
It ended.
Had it?

How to write this book? Maybe, just maybe, you could tell me?

Companion is not wanting

it is abundant

but 

why so stubborn?

why compare each and every piece of it

to the old memories 

that you could recall no more

not even the lines

not even the smells

were same

but you refuse

you step out of it

you let it drop dead

because you see no way out

you can only

see him

the one who could not care less about you

the one who could not remember you

the one who could not care more about you

you really should

stop comparing

but stick with yourself

calm down

burn the old memories

and the one meant for you

is there

waiting for you to see

I love you, my dears

okay

hello first 

a salutation for you

for your loyalty 

and for our friendship 

for keeping you waiting for so long

as if my presence would be a shame 

but i was busy

with smiles, tears and hugs

I could cry my heart out now

because 

I had turned over new pages

I had written unforgettable lines

I had made incredible new friends 

I had realized different ways to lead my life

and I 

hold no regrets now

even grudges seemed wanting

and I can sincerely 

truly

give a confession from the heart

from the soul

I love you, my dears