Always I thought that Saint Valentine was a stupid day. It does little I realized that I was wrong.
Everything began when the most popular boy started speaking to me. Since the course began I was not the most sociable girl not popularly, limited myself to happening unnoticed.
The truth is that I never concentrated on anybody of class I did not even think that it was going to happen to me slightly specially.
Whenever it was looking at it I was smiling and I was separating the look bending the head shyly.
Since then, to stop thinking about him, it was going to an enormous lake that exists near my house, there was writing everything what me was passing for the head in a stone and it her was throwing beyond possibly in order that my thoughts were sinking as the stone.
The St Valentine's Day when I went to the lake I was a red box under a tree. On having opened her I saw all the stones that it had thrown and remained surprised looking at them.
In this moment I looked at the front and saw it it was he! I tried to hide the box but with the nerves one fell me to the soil. When I stooped he gathered her I wonder: " why the strips to the lake? ".
On having heard it I got up slowly looking at the soil. He continued saying to me that he itself had gathered them, look at him blushed asking the reason him. Then I bring over slowly and we fuse in a length, sweet and passionate kiss accompanied of small white flowers that were falling down of the tree.
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