The girl from my next door.... There lives a girl in my next door. She is kinda decent, cute. She's the type of cool girl. We used to meet everyday, we passed each other a hundred times but never talked to each other, not a single word. After meeting a lot of times we had a mutual understanding, mutual compromise that we won't talk but will look at each other as long as we can. We had some silly moments on our rooftop. We used to pretend we are not aware that we are looking to one another. Sometimes she used to smile and the whole thing got more complicated. :p I couldn't find out what to do, should I smile back? or keep shut my mouth. There's been a short-circuit in my brain at that moment and I used to leave the rooftop then. And after that when we meet next time, she pretend to be angry. I enjoyed these moments a lot. It has been a long time since we met last. But today, I've seen her at the time I was heading to my university. She was standing in front of her house and not looking at me with a "I don't care who you are" face as she used to do all the time. I didn't pay any attention either. But I couldn't help myself looking at her when I reached at the end of the road. I looked back and found her looking at me with a bit of angry face. But I know, she's happy inside. I know this is the starting of a sweet fairytale... ^_^