I'LL WAITING FOR YOU
Works of Phelina
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| I'll Waiting For You - Short Story Romantic Love |
He is a wonderful man, aged 26 years, 5 years above me. Unfortunately he did not have time to put a picture of himself there and according to my fantasies, he was a handsome man, tall and white, considering that he claimed to be a descendant of chinese, same as me.
After no more than a year I found out, I felt I was starting to like her, even if I was in love with her. Silly, proven, but I know my heart did not have time to lie. We live in the same city, but I did not get a chance to accept his invitation to meet. I was afraid to be sad, afraid that things would not fit my expectations, fearing that she did not like me and our relationship would run aground. He understood my reasons for not meeting him. I'm happy he wants to understand me.
But yesterday while we were chatting on the chat, the unfavorable news came in a sudden way. The man said that he would be out of the country for a long time and our chances of not having too much chat would be more.
I'm so sad to hear that, I'd love to meet him for the first and the last time. That's why I decided to catch him to the airport today. I have also told him this factor and he is very enthusiastic about this decision.
Unfortunately today I woke up late. The plane would leave at 11 and I just woke up at 10 o'clock. I quickly took a shower, either the fastest shower I had time to make and went straight to the airport. And here I am, in a taxi that is going through the busy streets to the airport. My heart is very restless. I kept looking at my watch, soon at eleven and I stayed halfway.
Long story short, I got to the airport at 11:15, I had hoped to meet him. But I still hope to see him, I hope his plane will have a delay. I ran to a cafe where I and he promised to meet yesterday. I looked around the cafe, trying to find the man I was looking for, even though I had not had time to see him, but I wished my instinct was reliable today. So not a few visitors at the cafe and I do not know where the man.
"Can I help you?" a lady waitress approached me.
"Ah, I'm looking for someone."
"Are you Xiao Ling?"
"Ah yeah! Where do you know?"
"There was a man who sent a message that he was obliged to go to the waiting room plane and he left this letter."
I was sad and my feet went limp. I'm late, I can not see her anymore.
"But I heard that the plane was half an hour delayed, and you would want that kind of thing, did not you?" He also hopes so, he said to me. "
"Is it true?"
"Go."
"What?"
"Pursue him, whether he's still in the waiting room."
I stood for a moment then smiled happily.
"Okay thank you!"
I ran and cried. I really wish I had a chance. Holding a letter from him, I did not stop running. Arriving in the waiting room I circulated my view. I kept praying silently, again entrusting my instinct to know it. I closed my eyes, asking God for help to find him. But when I opened my eyes and looked back at the whole room, I had not found it yet. Oh, my God, where is he? Why is it so hard to know? Why he did not have time to put his picture on the social website? You stupid!
Suddenly my eyes were fixed on one point. There was a man not far from me who was playing his handphone seriously. Occasionally he held the phone close to his ear. The man looked uneasy. His face was white and handsome, in accordance with my fantasies about the man I knew. Then I realized. Mobile! Why am I so stupid? Now I fate in what era ?! I can call her phone. Bego once me.
I took the phone out of my purse. There are 20 misscalls there. Since yesterday I was proven to silent my handphone, my habit when I was going to bed so I would not be bothered by the SMS in the early hours and I forgot to activate the ring tone again because I woke up late. What a surprise when I opened who the misscall. Everything from that man. I was about to call her back s
