If Only He Knew

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feet are saying that he wants to chase after her..

ve-triangle. Written with feelings and passion, so hold your seats pals, it mi

m buns to al

o those who think they don't

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n We

u can never see it, but

t breeze splattered over trees which reverberated with pleasure. It w

ing on the playground.

me, " the little boy said

slightly taller than her. How can he be

the rude behaviour of the b

nd not with those pinkish-pinky dolls, " the boy said while laughing loudly,

t to me!" The girl ran towards the bo

nd his knees bleeding crimson due to the scratch he got right after he fell down. He starte

stared

star

inked

ic

ttle fingers too small to pull him out of that mess, but

by her hand. She also fell into the puddle, the mud splashing all over their clothes, her

utes la

ve pushed you then!" the girl said, placing a bandage on his k

keep in her pocket for safety because she had a habit of fall

t out before sticking it to his other arm which was inj

atment. "I would have given it to you. I am not a bad boy!" sai

shouldn't go near weeds like you, " she said, smiling widely and lift

me "weed". What

Mommy says that

he said, standing quickly only to st

ound his neck and placing his weight on her shoulders. They walked to his house, both

brightly at him while helping

ulnerable condition, his manly pride kickin

obot in her arms, she untang

waving her hand once a

his head to his side before shaking it ba

ien

he whole Dixon stree

were no

in his house, his house being large, and he would always come to her house to eat and study when hi

years

y's

he was joking. I kicked the mud on the ground in frustration, suddenly reme

my bag in my arms. My head was hung low, hiding my

ld like to put a h

in steps and unable to see when something vibrated in my jeans. F

d sparrow! How am I supposed to walk now?!" I yelle

lking with my pur

so humi

ot-so-humili

y happy to tell him that, but then I saw the washroom mirror and realized what I had be

ess with my closet! You always steal my favourite pants and jean

n't like to do laundry. And when I get clean clothes every week, it makes me la

make up to you. Come to

wait there! You're dead meat" I yelled, qu

eans, stuffing his meatball jeans into a dustbin, rather hars

t you get

t get an

irst time. Some kids were still playing there, heaps of mud castle sprawled

ore lodged with technology, people became more distant with incre

; we didn't need to, I suppose. Bu

our feel

il before walking to my destination...thinking of my unrequited