HOW CAN ONE DAY ...

HOW CAN ONE DAY ...
I like you.
You do not like me.

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The first time I met you was in a coffee shop I frequent. Cafe fits in alleys, narrow path led only has one bike, but to come in off the bar is beautiful shimmering said.

Beautiful to me, not the romantic dim light, soft seats comfortable, because I do not follow romanticism, I was a boy, but true. Beautiful to me was the bright and tidy, there were two great bookcase with countless genres of books. Every afternoon free I come here, alone, call a black coffee and pick a seat in the corner watching homework or reading.
 HOW CAN ONE DAY ...

I do not, or pay attention to other people in the bar, but she makes me pay attention on forever. Perhaps partly because I was the first to choose right seat opposite me.

I carry a stack of thick books, but has to place the right to throw me aside and open the laptop. English keyboard typing continuously makes me feel I'm a girl addicted to computer. Only time served to, new brother looked up, his voice light and ultra-mellow children.

"I called a lemon, please."

Since this is the time I actually see you. Actually this is a bit difficult for me, because I have to sit back gently into the laptop to not obscure vision.

Han, Grade 10, so my poor children 1 year old, I quickly glanced at my notebook was labeled before she could settle back seat. I quietly looked at me, praying that I do not notice my odd behavior, but it seems they do not notice true. I was very focused with my laptop, I suddenly felt sick. Why you did not even look me get one? Anyway, I keep focused go then I look at you are.

How to say? Short black hair on his head tilted under me looks very enlightened. The eyes staring her laptop screen looks very meek and somewhat naive. Peel your skin white under the lights, and my hands are very small, as small as a child hand.

Okay, admit that I do not know depict girls. But they themselves say something very lovable, very attracted my eyes, and imagine how you depending people so.

"Are you going to ever look at me?" Chirrup of children suddenly sounded startled me. Apparently they are still focused on the laptop, but I do not really paranoid, you just told me.

"He looked totally opposed to pervert. He also was not uneducated, because he was doing homework. Then he looked at me to do when we do not know each other, he Ming?" I suddenly leaned up to look innocent, then quickly sat down to continue the work with the laptop.

I was paralyzed, 100% always! English keyboard "clattering" still rang steadily, and my eyes did not move completely off the screen.

"I do not know ... Maybe because I look good ..." The first time I talked with her daughter under the hesitant type this.

Finally they also looked up, his eyes suddenly bright as kitten.

From that we knew each other.

* * *

"Do not look down on me! Stories you have to read thousands already!"

"Then I have said nothing?"

"His eyes filled with contempt seems there!"

I totally wrong to trust the first impression that Han is a gentle little girl said. Characters you completely opposed to its small appearance, however this increasingly attracted me.

As the above conversation, Han writing stories. I love to write stories and pole or post to a certain website that I did not know. That's why they often tease me blind information. So hard, I just read this little story only, but there is no where to watch the news ...

We know each other was almost warm autumn. Linda and I met at the old cafe almost every day of the week. I was always with a stack of books, children with the laptop, sitting in the corner and just do his job and talking. The staff of this shop too familiar to us to the extent that the day we arrived was already having a drink without having to call the map. It is true that there is nothing to change, just as we understand each other's character, and one live, the guys, the phone number is ... we know that nobody did not care.

The only thing I find strange about Han was apparently never left me to this cafe. Most of the time I arrived they were also sitting in the same position, and always facing a laptop does. Like it is the only work Han did. But I'm afraid to ask, I never spoke to anyone.

"He Minh!" There was a day like that, I suddenly called my name.

"What?" I replied, eyes still plugged into the newly calculated results.

"If I do not live here anymore, whether there will be those who remember me, right?" Accents such children which it always is. I stopped writing, looked up look at me. Maybe she was also thinking of his new short story, also it is the sensitivity of the flimsy story writer like you, I think.

"This father, this mother, brother or sister or brother, the dog you this culture, this ... Many great friends!" I told roughly, but did not say his name.

Would you ever wish that my name appears in?

"Well! How do you know your house a dog?" Han smile, your laughter strangely soothing. "But now it does not feed anymore ..." I pouted slightly seem sad. "Well, let me write stories about the dog!"

So I had to sit quietly listening to the keyboard "clattering" familiar while waiting for them to write complete. Every day of our conversation short so every show, but did not know why I kept expecting it forever.

Probably because I'm a bit like you then ...

But I know do? When you dimly visible like a breeze, not to leave me any signs showed they also have feelings for me? I always mysterious, exotic and also the brother never clear his feelings ...

* * *

I like you.

He does not like me.

The first time I met him was in my uncle's cafe open. I often go there, simply because I would get free drinks. The day I met him, crowded and noisy bar than normal, so even though there are many gaps in the middle of the room full of characteristic coffee smell, I approached his table in the corner and sit in the chair opposite.

Pile of books that I never used to be thrown aside, I only go to the scene alone, I mean. The main goal of my life is to write a story that later when someone reads, he will be forever impressed by my story.

After calling a glass of lemon as every day, I found out the guy sitting opposite was watching me very intently. Even then I'm staring at the laptop but I can certainly so. How to say, perhaps it is the keen sense of a story writer did not look up, people have learned many things.

He looked at me for a while, then swapped to the right cross with me sitting position. I started curiosity already, but now that looked up the plot so bad I'm writing fly off on the short memory of me died. I had stomach sit typing quickly press the epilogue, then enlisted when he was still bewildered immediately spoken out.

"He looked totally opposed to pervert. He also was not uneducated, because he was doing homework. Then he looked at me to do when we do not know each other, he Ming?" I imitate you look at the label notebooks, then sat up writing just to write feat.

"I do not know ... Maybe because I look good ..." His voice faltered slightly, but fall to the hay. I looked up at him, and then I saw him also natural or strangely.

From that we knew each other.

* * *

Getting to know someone for everyone, it may be normal, but with me, it was not anywhere. Everything happens in life for me are not normal. Especially to get acquainted with a nice guy like him Ming.

He was the first to have enough patience to wait for me to write the story, not a little grouchy grumbling. He was the first to answer the question, "If I do not live here anymore, whether there will be those who remember me, right?" My the way made me most comfortable. He was the first to act in unusual things happened in my life.

That's probably why I like him a little then ...

But do not be. I may not like him. What kind of emotional attachment and prone to emotional tears overflow was not allowed to have in my life. Normal people like you will not understand it.

* * *

"You know, the most boring time you can not think what to write at all." Han pouted told me, the laptop is placed neatly in a corner table.

"Did you ever write a story about yourself yet?" The first time I spoke to a girl who was with him, to see that you are using your finger on the table draw miscellaneous full bored.

"Writing the story about me?" Han looked up at me, her kind eyes brightened slightly. Then she rushed to open the laptop kids out, stalked tangerine tapping the keyboard as possible in my head are countless ideas that need to be cleared out.

"Lost! Thank Mine!" Who wrote that, he suddenly started to laugh very fresh cracked me.

The first time I found out one thing, then the black coffee can also very much sweeter than sugar.

Music in the bar rang softly, I bow down to read the novel without discovered that, Han was just typing, looking at me very intently.

* * *

"I've never thought about love someone now?" Han asked me when both kids were sitting on the third floor of the cafe and watch the dark sky. I'm a little nervous person, so I can ask such a coward like me, but boy ...

"Who likes it. He did not dare speak to her." I mused for a moment and answered.

"... Then I just say. Do not ever think that life would be like romantic movies offline. Do not confess, she would not know where his feelings." Han said, then naturally they sighed once, then was smiling and drinking cup passion fruit notes.

I silently looked up at the moon glimmering between darkness. Should I tell her not well, it depends on the attitude of the enemy anymore.

I repressed sadness my feelings by drinking cups compatible pale lemon.

"He likes to be? Is she good for you? Definitely better than yourself and then ..." But after I put the glass down and write on a laptop.

* * *

There was a day like that, I go out and play Han appointment. Stroll such, I do not know. My appointment with you with little pieces of paper money that I sent to the staff of the cafe. I waited at the rendezvous, inside a little nervous, this is the first time I went out with a girl. It was the first time I decided to venture out on to confess to a girl that I loved immensely.

Yet they did not come.

More than an hour I waited silhouette Kids and losing patience, I think maybe the staff did forget to put the paper to me then anything, or do you not know this address, everything in me suddenly chaos all over .

"She received the paper, but we did not see her go anywhere. She's sitting here for a while, and then have to catch it." I received answers from the staff. "Apparently there is something wrong. She looks very pale ..."

I'm not interested in hearing more. I missed an appointment with me, simply as that. Because you do not like me? Or is it for? I was not interested. The first girl I liked was for me, "climbing" yeah ...

* * *

I rarely visit more cafes, class once a week. Every time I come here still remember me, but I totally integrated bat endlessly. Maybe I was just meeting so you get only reasonable documentation writing stories?

"You named Ming, right?" There was a day, service personnel to ask me.

"Yes sir. Is something not she?" I was surprised reply.

"Are you really friends with Linda, right?" She continued staff asked me. "I see you or talk to Han that."

"What's wrong with me?" I could feel a curiosity. It turns out that I have always been fascinated by everything about you.

"Well, you just go and read to understand." She sighed a staff, and then placing it on the table and walked away. "Cafe owner is Linda's uncle, his uncle told him to send her his, him see so demanded by conversation Han then sends you."

I rushed to open the laptop after hearing her strange words employees, then quickly plug the USB in. A single Word file pops up: "Anh Minh".

"Hi, are you 100% sure that I let him climb the tree that day, right? Actually, i also feel right, but I have a problem and can not reach, sorry you offline.

I have cancer, end stage. Just as the movie, right? Actually, they discovered the disease for a long time, but in recent days the bad disease too, no one to play where you go. Been to this cafe is so good to see him then.

He is the first person you play with me so long. Thank you. This process should not say any more cheesy, whiff.

I posted the story online, this may be the last story you write. He read it then, I hope you will always remember me. Never fall you offline.

Also, I really like the answer to the question "If you do not live here anymore, whether there will be those who remember me, right?" he told me. Friends in which he certainly is right? Thank you very much.

You're gone, you do not be sad, do not be crying as offline. I will follow his sad loss.

You should be getting treatment then, do you stop the next life that is not longer than he? "

Enclosed below is a link.

I finished reading, pulled out pocketed USB and quietly returned to her laptop employees. In the beginning I could not think of anything else.

* * *

I seek to call the attention of the Han, ask if hospital treatment she is, where is. Han's uncle said immediately tell me not hitting, probably already know quite a bit about paying me.

Again because Han, again in my life to do things never do. I ran like crazy to the hospital, and opened my door, "beam" a.

"Mr. Minh?" Han white lying in bed, your voice soft but a little surprised. My head wearing a hat covered his head, maybe you've fallen off too much hair for drugs.

"I'm being silly? Something that last story, something that told him to remember me, something that makes you afterlife? No, you will not!" Han surprised that I said loudly, in fact, surprised me. "I still do not die, do not say these things so pessimistic that with him! I give you" climb the tree "once, now I will give you the chance paid off, you can not just throw that anywhere elope with him."

Han was surprised at me, then I smiled. Kids weak smile than usual as I see cramps heart. "What? ... You know, I'll wait for you."

Wait for me ... waiting ... waiting for his brother ...

Much as there are even better question saying "I love you" many, I think so, then approached Han and sat down beside the bed. Han obediently lay still, so I massaged my head and pulled the blanket back to you. I patted his hand, so that you slowly go to sleep.

"This is the first time we met at the coffee shop elsewhere." I say.

"Yes." Han agrees, her eyes half closed softly.

"I like you." I gently say words that I still kept secret for so long.

"Um ..." Han nodded slightly, slightly smiling lips, then I went to sleep quietly.

* * *

Do not keep it anymore.

You go before we have any public outing together. Little book I wrote in detail about the plans to spend day with you I had no value anymore.

On you go, I'm in front of prevention, heard her mother crying like tearing down canals buckled down my heart. My mother called me in crying hiccup bouts. She cried so much that dry throat, cries interrupted as lone temple bell type ever known. I did not dare open the door, because I fear myself that would not stand the crying. Han did not want me to cry, I was determined not to cry.

I put the ring I have to give you at the door, along with the book printed entirely short stories you write down on the ground, next to the door. Then I turned and walked out of the hospital, walked out of the cold dark place has brought me out of the world.

* * *

"Like a person's feeling of lightness and incidentally to be surprised. Like you and I understand that. Saying that does not dare, but do not say it in the palm of every sad sad somehow. I do not know failure Such thinking is simple or not, I just know in my head that vicious thoughts forever. But in the end still do not know how. "

"There are people who see the movie, read the stories of those suffering from incurable diseases, and then they left this comment:" Why did not anyone write about ordinary people and ordinary love story? "Does anyone Think about that, the usual love story to live together forever is how far people with incurable diseases are not? Write a love story is so human remains was found that many of the sex love will help him to overcome all, but sometimes can not do anything. Do not ever deny themselves based on love, but also never completely believe in love. This is one reason for living . "

"For a guy that I like to hold out for another 2 months in the life of this disease. Is not it beautiful stars?"

"I like you, my dear! Han."

* * *

A few months later, the story of Han emerged as alcohol. But no one knew who the author was, and characters in the story are, true or not.

There was a day like this, another girl named Han did not live here anymore, you just know it was enough.

And that's my whole story, the whole story about a boy named Ming suffered mild depression and were cured thanks to a girl named Linda.

Sometimes I still think you're only a dream, but every time you plug the drive into the computer and read the lines you write, I have realized. I always was true, they always existed.