Love You Once More

Chapter 1-The subway boy

Back when I was 12 years old, i use to take the subway train to go to school. One day, i met a lonely boy sitting on a chair with the same school uniform as mine.

Then, I sat next to him as he looks at me. I smiled at him and said "hey!" But he didn't responded. He just looked at me and looked away after a few seconds. That was the first time that we saw each other.

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The next day, I saw him on the same spot again. I never saw him at school but he wears the same uniform as mine.

I tried to talk to him again and said "why aren't you talking to me?" He didn't answered me and didn't even looked at me. So I tapped his brown blonde hair. He looked at me while he was showing that he hates it.

Days after days, he used to do the same thing. He used to avoid me and never talked to me.

Once, I saw him at school sitting on a bench with someone else sitting beside him that wears the same uniform as mine and looks like my age . They we're talking to each other. That was the first time that I saw him smile. He was really cute with a smile on his face.

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We we're both in the subway train. I smiled at him and he just half smiled at me. I sat next to him and said "hello!" He half smiled again. It made me blushed that time and gave me a lot of electric feels that I can't explain. He finally talked to me for the first time.

I can't exactly think all about the things we talked about that time but all i remember is about how he looked like and how he used to smile at me.

Everyday, we used to talk and we've been friends since then. We used to sit together during break time and during play time, talk to each other at the subway train, and more. He was always nice to me.

Days and days passes so fast like a tornado. We've been together for 2 years. When I was 14, we used to see each other only once a week because we took different schools for high school. But we used to talk on the phone more often.

Until one day, when we we're about to see each other on the subway train, he didn't showed up. I didn't minded about it because I thought that he was just too busy.

The next day, I called him but he didn't answered. What the operator said made me realize that he changed his number. Everyday, I will wait for him to show up on the subway train but he never showed up in 6 years. I don't even know his full name and all I know is his nickname because he never told me his real name. He is Andrew.

Since then, he never showed up. He never even called me on my phone. Six years passed and he never ever showed up. While here's me, looking for him and wondering if he is ok.

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In silence, I was sketching Andrew's face as far as I could remember him until my sister Lorie came from nowhere. She tried to tickle me but I felt her earlier so I managed to stay away. She laughed as I felt my heart beating so fast. She placed 12 shopping bags on top of her bed and sat on top of her it. "Why are you here so early?" I asked her while looking at the shopping bags "well, all of my friends just need to have a little time with their family so I was left and I decided to go home." She replied.