Frequently, consciense can grow on oneself without being aware of it, such as what happened to me and my friends whose pigeonhole is bosom buddy, what flourished to us was initially not realized by each individual, but as time went on, the feeling grew bigger, eventually envisaged too. It's a shame that prestige plays higher role in stating well known. Furthermore being afraid of one-sided clapping, damaged friendship and subsequently lose each other. In fact, neither of us knew how much we liked each other. Until one day, we schemed to go to a cafe. The owner bestowed to perform for autonomous, fill the microscopic stage which had just become auxiliary facility spot and incidentally did not yet have a paid singer, someone altruisted, "I Wanna Be Yours", was the title of the lullaby serenade. A light breeze from outside brimming the room, making the night air stronger and the chattering sounds of people around added to the bustling atmosphere of the cafe. It's raining a little outside, an atmosphere that is perfect for romantic events, and it's true. "If you like your coffee hot. Let me be your coffee pot. You call the shots, babe". Right when the lyrics were sung, the waiter delivered the coffee we methodize, we gaze at each other, my chest rumbled, I've never felt this nervous before, my heart was pounding and it was very-very difficult to just look the other way. He convinxing his love for me, and without hesitation I also explained how many things about that made me feel comfortable, as well as my interest in entering his world. We smiled and then fell silent together at that moment. Going home together, passing the nearby park, he paused for a moment, then how surprised I was, he asked me to be his love-partner.
Frequently, consciense can grow on oneself without being aware of it, such as what happened to me and my friends whose pigeonhole is bosom buddy, what flourished to us was initially not realized by each individual, but as time went on, the feeling grew bigger, eventually envisaged too. It's a shame that prestige plays higher role in stating well known. Furthermore being afraid of one-sided clapping, damaged friendship and subsequently lose each other. In fact, neither of us knew how much we liked each other. Until one day, we schemed to go to a cafe. The owner bestowed to perform for autonomous, fill the microscopic stage which had just become auxiliary facility spot and incidentally did not yet have a paid singer, someone altruisted, "I Wanna Be Yours", was the title of the lullaby serenade. A light breeze from outside brimming the room, making the night air stronger and the chattering sounds of people around added to the bustling atmosphere of the cafe. It's raining a little outside, an atmosphere that is perfect for romantic events, and it's true. "If you like your coffee hot. Let me be your coffee pot. You call the shots, babe". Right when the lyrics were sung, the waiter delivered the coffee we methodize, we gaze at each other, my chest rumbled, I've never felt this nervous before, my heart was pounding and it was very-very difficult to just look the other way. He convinxing his love for me, and without hesitation I also explained how many things about that made me feel comfortable, as well as my interest in entering his world. We smiled and then fell silent together at that moment. Going home together, passing the nearby park, he paused for a moment, then how surprised I was, he asked me to be his love-partner.