Memories Behind Guy

                We promised to meet at an art gallery. That was June 25^th, 2016. It was two months after the heartbreak, then second months of dating. It’s Saturday afternoon. I arrived there at 16.27 PM.

                “Hey, what took you so long?” asked him.

                “Sorry to let you wait,” answered me.

                “It’s alright then. Let’s take a look around here!” said him.

                “Come on!” told me.

                We walk through the gallery hall. We then stared at a wooden sculpture. It’s really sculptured perfectly in imperfection.

                “What do you think about this sculpture?” asked him.

                “It’s great, but you’re the greatest made from heaven. This sculpture describes something alive, centennial thrown and surrealistic made,” answered me.

                He nodded his head. He said he’s not too interested in sculpture art. We continued looking around the gallery.

                “May I ask you something?” asked him, held my hand.

                “What question is it?” asked me back, smiled at him.

                “How long have you been in love with me, Khris?” asked him.

                “I’ve been in love with you since the very beginning. You asked why there isn’t anyone else in my life, and the reason … is you. –Practice Makes Perfect, Julie James-“ answered me.

                We then left. Outside the gallery’s door, I looked at my watch.

                “It’s now 17.28 PM. You might even think to do something else. You say you’re busy. You have your choices, Drew!” told me, with a little worry.

                “And I’d choose you; in hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you. –The Chaos of Stars, Kiersten White-“ responded him, hugged me.

                We hugged in front of the art gallery’s door. My cheeks were blushing when an old man passed us and entered the art gallery.

                “Let’s get out of here!” told me.

                “Yeah, sure! It seems we’re attracting anyone here,” responded him.

                We left the gallery. We arrived in a book store. We red The Passage of Love, Alex Miller and put it in a shopping basket with Marie Claire magazine. We paid them. We went out the book store then.

                “It’s so late night. Is it OK if we walk on by?” asked him.

                “Yeah, never mind!” told me.

                We, Khrisma and Andrew Adamski walked down the street holding hands. The weather was sunny in the morning, but it’s getting windy at night.

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                Daylight came, we woke up passionately. Wake up calling. On the cellphone, he said “good morning" at 4 AM. We talked a lot about love.

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