On 21th of March.
I cast back in my mind a day of meeting with C S D.
I met her near a busy thoroughfare of M in the morning.Icould see the wet street was reflected by a shop window.I noticed her to come out her apartment.She was waiting for traffic lights turn green,smiling and waving her hands.When we met under a tall tree near the main-street,I enbraced her warmlyand put my hand aroud her shoulders.We were heading to a cafe,for a I wanted to tald with her.Let me sketcha rapid portrait of her.She was wearing dard-red pants and black-coloured satin jackets over a T-shirts.Her eyes were deep-blue coulor as if they were beautifully shining diamonds.And her rips were coated in pink-coloured rouge.We ordered coffee and chocolate milk.Then we sat,facing each other.Before I came out with a few words ,I sipped some hot chocokate milk.This hot drink made me comfortable and relaxing.As I gazed at her face,there had been a very faint smile on her rips.Icould noticed that her forehead shows me a light of intelligence.Pherhaps,she did not know what I had had in my mind at the moment.Sometimes,I was absorbed by her look of intellect and curiosty.I thought in my mind ,Does her intellect inherit from her mother?Has she gained her intellectual-looking from scrath in the process of her growth?
Then I drew out a draft of my diaries from my bag.The handwriting was practically illegible but words stood out with unexpected clarity.I asked her to read to check it.Enveloped in an aura of smartness,she ran an interested eye through my visit to Ministry of Foreigne Affairs.While she was reading it,I felt something special grown up with our relationship.She gave me a few comments and explanations of grammatical mistakes.
I was glad because she praised and complimented my ability to write in English.
Enen though there were mistakes,she told me she could enjoyed the diary.Aftere we finished the chat over coffee,we walked aroud the park.There were many nameless tiny white flowres by the pond.I allowed myself to embrace her.We were walking arm in arm,choulder to shoulder with each other as if we were never let us go.
I cast back in my mind a day of meeting with C S D.
I met her near a busy thoroughfare of M in the morning.Icould see the wet street was reflected by a shop window.I noticed her to come out her apartment.She was waiting for traffic lights turn green,smiling and waving her hands.When we met under a tall tree near the main-street,I enbraced her warmlyand put my hand aroud her shoulders.We were heading to a cafe,for a I wanted to tald with her.Let me sketcha rapid portrait of her.She was wearing dard-red pants and black-coloured satin jackets over a T-shirts.Her eyes were deep-blue coulor as if they were beautifully shining diamonds.And her rips were coated in pink-coloured rouge.We ordered coffee and chocolate milk.Then we sat,facing each other.Before I came out with a few words ,I sipped some hot chocokate milk.This hot drink made me comfortable and relaxing.As I gazed at her face,there had been a very faint smile on her rips.Icould noticed that her forehead shows me a light of intelligence.Pherhaps,she did not know what I had had in my mind at the moment.Sometimes,I was absorbed by her look of intellect and curiosty.I thought in my mind ,Does her intellect inherit from her mother?Has she gained her intellectual-looking from scrath in the process of her growth?
Then I drew out a draft of my diaries from my bag.The handwriting was practically illegible but words stood out with unexpected clarity.I asked her to read to check it.Enveloped in an aura of smartness,she ran an interested eye through my visit to Ministry of Foreigne Affairs.While she was reading it,I felt something special grown up with our relationship.She gave me a few comments and explanations of grammatical mistakes.
I was glad because she praised and complimented my ability to write in English.
Enen though there were mistakes,she told me she could enjoyed the diary.Aftere we finished the chat over coffee,we walked aroud the park.There were many nameless tiny white flowres by the pond.I allowed myself to embrace her.We were walking arm in arm,choulder to shoulder with each other as if we were never let us go.