love story - Pilot

"Oh My Godddd! ... ..." Grace is my best friend. I still remembered how excited she was when I told her I am getting married. That happiness was so genuine, I bet she was even happier than I am for myself. "It's hard to find true love, and you should cherish it... ..." That night, we drank a lot, sang our songs, cried a little, and then laughed so hard that the tears came out again. People thought we were crazy... ...Wow, that was almost a year ago. So many things had happened since then, and where should I begin with? ... ... Oh yea, I didn't get married, and I had never seen him again after that day. Him, the man I loved and wanted to spend my life with. Chicago's weather is so unpredictable, you can almost have four seasons in one day. Like today, sunny in the morning, but suddenly became all gloomy in the afternoon, it reminded me of him again, of how we met, yea, we met on a gloomy day... ...

"Hi, I'm Roman. Your name is?" I'd never talked to strangers, as a matter of fact, I never had eye contact with strangers, but this guy sitting aross from me has been staring at me on the bus for almost 2 minutes. I pretended I didn't see him and tried to look away, but oh well, I kinda liked the attention. We got off at the same stop and he came up to me and introduced himself just like that. "Um...sorry, I am late for class." "Oh it's okay, just wanna tell you that your mascara is a little smudged." Jeez, how embarrassing, it must be the stupid raindrop. Yea, that's how we met, I didn't have tissues with me, and he offered me his hankerchief, with his initials embroidered on it.

It was not love at first sight, he is not good looking, and I looked like crap that morning when I rolled out of bed 10 minutes before the classe starts. I even prayed not to meet him ever again, but that had not been the case, we were in the same class. Yea, thanks a lot, God. One day, after class, I walked up to him "I think I owe you a thank you..." "Sure." quickly took the hankerchief out of my hand, he hurried out of the classroom. Jerk! There, we are done, I don't have to talk to you again, I thought to myself. Just as I walked out of the door, "lunch today at the cafe?" I looked up, guess who that is, "Um, suuuure." I always hated myself for that, like you don't think quick enough on your feet, your brain is not processing but your mouth already blurt out something you don't mean, so much for the coordination. "Good, see you at 12." and there he went again, disappeared into the crowd, like a swirl of wind. He's always like that, always in a hurry, you have to be in a good shape to walk as fast as he is.

Okay, that's enough for today. I have to stop here, if you promise to be a good girl/boy, I will continue the story tomorrow... ...