One January afternoon, I met a girl. I must say, I fall hard to her at a first glace and never regret. As I looked out my calendar on my bedroom wall, it was already September, 7 years later after that one January afternoon. I didn’t remember much about time passes around me – second to another second, weeks to other weeks.

That’s maybe things about adults. All month the same all along while back then when I was still in high school, different months giving a totally different vibe. So much in mind, and still could focusing on what date and what month that I am in.

Still, a long vacation was my favorite.

As now being adulthood, all I care is when the clock on the office passes 5 pm and also the date of my payday.

Back to the girl. I met her at a particular shopping mall. I guess you understand when someone is truly one hundred percent perfect for you. Maybe certain things assure you that she is the one. Maybe her perfect hands, maybe her breast, or even her beautiful face. But things for her, I wasn’t sure and I really don’t care.

When looked her at the drink counter, my heart feels blooming, my mouth feels dry and my stomach feels a weird sensation. An uplift feels I must say. Maybe for short, I was in love. Madly.

Maybe the best way is for me too, “Hey, I liked you.” That’s sound so chicky.

“Hi there, sorry to interrupt you but it seems that I like you.” It still sounded the same.

“Hey, sorry. But honestly, you looked like some I used to know. But maybe I am wrong.” No, that’s sounded like an evening drama, too.

I hardly decided what’s the best way to talk to her.

Just by that, maybe we could talk around at any bench in the city and just keep on talking while having a simple snack. Better yet, if one fine day I could bring her home.

Maybe in our deep conversation will start with, “Here’s my story…” and ends with “Strange, isn’t?”

But it really doesn’t easy as that. We all know how hard to literally talk to someone in a way you attracted to that person.

I could saw from afar, she is alone. See? How creepy it is looking to a girl totally alone. I sure people would judge my intention. I felt bad about it. I mean, I guess that if she could sense me looking to her for the past 30 minutes, she will maybe scream, heard by entire mall and people will look into me like a two-headed human.

But anyway, long story short, I get to her. Yes, I started our deep conversation with “Here’s my story…” and ends with “Strange isn’t?”

A few months after that, I hardly saw her. Even after that deep conversation of us. Maybe she hates me or she’s annoyed. Maybe she didn’t have same feeling of ‘100% for me’ kind of thing.

There’s a week that I go to the drink counter every single day in the afternoon. I even spoke to the counter person to call me if she coming and buys a drink. Like just like a wonderful adult dream, there is no call. I even pass a letter to the counter, making sure I was searching for her. Still, nothing. The letter not handed to the receiver.

I don’t even remember how long it was but it is July afternoon, things for certain few years after that. Maybe 7 years? I wasn’t sure.

I was walking in a light rain across the city block. I was wearing a black raincoat, just making sure I come back home without the flu. Entering the nearest shopping mall just wandering around, killing some time.

On that July afternoon, I met a girl. I must say, I fall hard to her at a first glace and never regret.

I met her at a particular shopping mall. I guess you understand when someone is truly one hundred percent perfect for you. Maybe certain things assure you that she is the one. Maybe his perfect hands, maybe her breast, or even her beautiful face. But things for her, I wasn’t sure and I really don’t care.

When looked her at the drink counter, my heart feels blooming, my mouth feels dry and my stomach feels a weird sensation. An uplift feels I must say. Maybe for short, I was in love. Madly.

I get to her. Yes, I started our deep conversation with “Here’s my story…” and ends with “Strange isn’t?”

“Yes, pretty strange. But what you told me looks like I’ve been heard that story before. I mean, the stories, just like what you told me. But it seems I hardly remember.” She said as we already pass twenty minutes sat on a city’s bench.

“Oh, really. Well, that’s ashamed. Maybe life is an illusion, some sort of simulation and God just copy my story to him or worst God copied his story, to me.”

She laughed at me, an honest way, I am happy about that.

The things are meant to be, I am the same person she mentioned, telling the same story before.

Strange, isn’t?

The End.