#imagine (part 5) -
You finally arrived at ur house, u
felt so sad & tired and u also
nearly trip at the door, other
than that, remembering the song
dat Timothy sang just now at the
club, makes ur heart sink and
tears fill-up ur eyes.
You; (i'll never be Tim's girlfriend
or even wife in my life, it is just a
dream, it will never come true...
That song, that song is not for
me, it's for another girl, someone
who is more perfect than me, Tim
loves her, not me...)
Suddenly, u cry silently and few
minutes later, ur Blackberry
phone rings and u see Timothy's
name popped on the crystallize
screen but u take the initiative not
to answer his call, u press 'end
call' and u feel truly down.
You; sorry, Tim... I just don't want
to break my heart anymore, it's
too painful, i'll pray for u and ur
girl happiness...
...
Timothy; sweetheart, what r u
doing now?, please answer my
call...
...
You; ...
Timothy keeps on calling u and u keeps on ignoring it with tears
filled ur eyes, all night long...
Timothy; ok sweetheart, u can
ignore me tonight but tomorrow,
no. (Smiles)
-the next morning-
You woke up n get ready to go to
work, u still feels sad but u don't
want to keep hanging onto some
bad memories, so u smile like
there is nothing happen and
when u arrived at ur office, u see
rose bouquet on ur table but
without the name of the sender
and then, ur friend, Demetria tells
u bout it.
Demetria; hi there.
You; oh, hi, do u know who send
dis flower to me?
Demetria; I think it is from ur
secret admire, when I arrived
here, dat flower was already on
ur table.
You; really...?
Demetria; yeah, by the way, i'm
so jealous with u cuz u have a
secret admire, I hope u can tell
me who he is as soon as u know
him, haha.
You; i'll try, geez, dis person
makes me puzzled...
Demetria; goodluck, hehe.
You ask everyone bout the
flowers but no one knows bout it
and finally u ask the receptionist
and the lady told u that man with
6 ft tall and well-build is the one
who sent u the flowers, u ask his
name but the lady don't know
bout it since that mystery man
doesn't tell his name.
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