phew...

She pulled her pajama and t-shirt over her sleep clothes. The world was as dark as eyes closed, but perhaps because she’s been thinking about him and their little fight. She would never tell how small and ugly she felt. Let him. Let all believe I don’t care. I don’t. What could she wish for? To be as tall as a tree, to have an ear to hear the Linder ripe for the harvest, to bloom like a flower that never been watered, to fly and chase the wind? Nope. She has her pride. Too much in her. She tried to lower down her stupid pride and finally agreed to see him and get over the fight. Yes, she’s been longing to see him. Owwh, how she hates the quarrel they had a day before. She made him a small note in a sweet purple card. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me? I love you.” He had taken her in his arms, kissed her with such love, and smiled. She knew she would leap across the hilltop if he asked it. Despite the pain and weakness after a fight, she kept the “cheeeppyy dumdumdum shalallaala” feelings tight to her heart and enjoyed the hugs and kiss. She liked her laugh better than the taste of jellybeans in the mouth. At the sound, her heart feels lighter. Thank God, she likes the gift she gave her. She enjoyed the shoes and walking around the house with it. His sister came and made a compliment of her new hair cut and busy talking about their so-call-date on Sunday. Owh,well..She will sleep over tonight. :) She couldn’t ask for more happy time. Thanking God for every little things.