Two Years… and Counting

I can remember what happened in March 23rd 2009 vividly:
As always, that night the corridor towards the lift was dimly lit. We were walking slowly to the elevator.

I said, “Thanks for giving me a ride from the office.”

And awkward pause.

Then I can’t help to tell him, “I was serious when I said I like you.”

An even more awkward pause.

“I don’t like you,” he answered with a frown.

“What?” I was taken aback. No one was that harsh to me.

“I love you,” he said, pointing his index finger on me.

Then I fell for him.
Despite all the obstacles and drama, I’m still in love with the guy who six months ago left me for Russia. Watch me boy, one way or another, I’m gonna get you.

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