"What makes her different?"
He wondered.
He vividly recalled the first time he saw her.
She was walking around in the art gallery, focusing her gaze on an art piece that he love.
She caught his eyes because she was smiling all the time and that smile, is something he will not trade for the world.
At that time, he thought that's the only time he'll ever saw her.
But to his surprise, it wasn't.
It was the first day of the semester.
He looked through the list of students on the door and sighed.
Being assigned to be the class monitor is not something that he enjoyed.
"What a waste of time."
He complained as he found himself a seat and sat.
"Is this seat taken?"
He looked up and there she stood, ignorant of the fact that she just took his breath away.
It didn't felt like it but 1 year passed by like a flash of lightning.
Too fast.
Too short.
He feels uneasy as now she no longer plays a role in his life.
Buried under mountains of workloads, he wasn't sure what life is all about anymore.
Life feels busy yet empty.
"I couldn't even explain to you how good it feels to look up across the room and see you standing there."
He murmured, imagining her standing right in front of him.
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