Once a year

The boy tries all means to see his sweetie. There isn’t a chance except for once or twice each year. No matter how boring or irritating, he uses excuse to see her sister. He’s so timid but each time he covers up the fears with jokes and teases. Somehow, his mind has gone into the state of emptiness, too lost to know how to present himself well in front of her.

He doesn’t mind waiting. He has all the patience and determination just for a glance at her, nevertheless, an available conversation builds up his urge even more. He has all equipped, even spare batteries for his camera. He dresses up well for her because it’s her big day.

He hates to leave because it would be so long before he get to see her again. Their pictures are his only consolation.

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