Precious Thing: A Girl Under The Tree (Part 1-H)

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What do you think about your precious thing? Is it kind of the most expensive thing? Is it kind of unpredictable thing? or etc. In this blog we can learn together to find the precious thing in our life. We can share each other our experience and give some solutions if we are in trouble.
I'm Lina S A and I'm just in High School. I don't know what's the precious thing in my life, so I make this blog to find what is it together with you all. Maybe we have alot of differences but we're same in love and that's why we can do it together. No matter what your religion, your skin, and your nation.

A Girl Under The Tree (Part 1-H)

Minggu, 18 September 2011 14.24 Diposting oleh My Own Feeling , 0 Comments

Label: Motivation Story

....I’m falling into the deepest side of me, I can’t breathe and I’m gonna die...

“Don’t you remember me?”asked the guy. “No, you’re someone I don’t know”. Oh my God, who is this guy? Why he took me to this place? He is so frightening, he wears a red-black stripped turtleneck sweater and a jeans trouser. I swear that I won’t say anything, I won’t look into his eyes. They show me the truth of the guy. “Oh, lovely Jane why are you being so scared? I don’t try to kill you”. “I’m not scared!”. “Bravo! You’re such a foolish now! I helped you several years ago! That night!”. “I don’t know what you said! Let me go!”. “No, I won’t. Until you agree to finish it with me, we are so perfect to have each other”. “Finish what? I won’t be yours!”. ” Did you forget our destiny, our dream? We’ve promised, have not we?”. “I didn’t remember, let me go!”. “You’re lying! You know me!”. His face turns into red, he starts to cry but why? I really don’t know what he means. Oh, let’s see what will he do. Wow, that’s so unpredictable. He stands up and leaves me alone, wait... he doesn’t lock the door, does he let me?

I go outside and find him, he’s sitting on a stone. He looks into nothing, he keeps his mouth in a quiet. He’s not scared me anymore and I feel a little bit pity to see himself. I touch his shoulder and he turns around to stare at me. He’s still crying like a baby, the tears wet his cheeks. I don’t know why, but I wipe up the tears and I give him a handkerchief. He receives it and thanks me. “Why are you crying?”. “You didn’t remember me anymore, I love you Jane. I’ve wasted all my time to keep you save but you didn’t know me, you ignored me!”. “I’m so sorry, who are you? You said not your name, how could I know you?”. “I think you still remember me. Do you know Allan? It’s my name”. “Allan? Are you Allan Weatherby?”. “Yes, I am. We were in same elementary school and I loved you since that time”. It sounds so

amazing, there’s no other word to describe it.....