waiting...
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waiting...
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waiting...

One little girl stood waiting. She wore black which has the same color of the little box she was holding.
Standing there, she looks left and right, hoping to catch a glimpse of the person she was waiting for.

It was 12:30...

then 1:00 ...

then 1:30 ...


still, there was no sign of him whom she was waiting for.

Her feet started to ache.
Her heart started to ache.

Still, no shadow of him could be found.

Five minutes before 2:00, her determination started to waver.

Maybe he already left... 
Maybe he didn't come after all...

After all, they made no promises to meet.
They haven't talked.
She was a stranger to him.

Yet she still kept waiting.
Hoping that somehow, maybe she would see him and give him that gift she oh so dearly held.

The clock struck two, but alas, she didn't saw him. The little girl started walking away, holding her gift, saddened that they didn't meet.