Last Saturday and Sunday @ CEC Fair
As always, everyone is coming for the fair for university hunting, we have couples, triplets, and even quadruplets and multiplets, all enjoying themselves at that fair.
Well, I was standing on the third corner of the route, and just keep smiling and smiling and smiling (I wonder how much energy I consumed)
But as your browse through, you can see, ONE MAN, named Mr. E, standing on University of Alberta's booth, tiredlessly waiting there, for some, some miracle to happen, maybe he prayed for Saint Valentine's help...LOL!!!
Obviously, he loves someone, her name is, Miss A. But he can't do anything, he's just seen her a few times. Everytime, every hours, every minute, she's all occupied in his mind, greater, greater than anyone else. In the huge crowd, he saw no one, but Miss A!
She's the angel, the savior, and the bringer of light, which unleashed him, from the black chains within his heart, BREAK!
He kept standing there, determined, that his strong 'id' told him so, because it's Valentine, and Miss A is his Valentine. They had a distance, it is seen by me was about 3 feets away, but for him, it's 10000000000000000000 relative feets.
But he knows, the distance will get shorten in seconds.
HOWEVER,
There was a guy, about same age of Miss A, sitting next to her in the same booth, a singaporean, taller, maturer, handsomer (dunno?), and the one who talks the most with Miss A. Mr E's face downcasted. He had met his RIVAL, or perhaps, ENEMY.
They both tried to get Miss A for them. Mr E, opens the door for her, helped her, eveytime, and anytime, it's always him. Meanwhile, Mr Singaporean continues to help her in her booth, seems that Miss A is more inclined to him, as he was knowledgable than Mr E. But Mr E never gave up, once Miss A's printer ran out of ink. Mr E, quickly suggested than he'll buy for her.
Walking for miles, searching for shops, travelling for hours, and dropping his sweat, he managed to get the ink.
When he came back, Miss A told him:
I LOVE YOU
He's flying, ascending, high to the sky, to the heavens of love and passion and romance, without anyone, only both of them, alone. Sitting on a table, dining together, under candlelight, with stars all sparklings dimly, and gentlely, and with fireworks, written, "MARRY ME".
Finally, he's on bed, after drinking with his fellow friends, who were so jealous of him, to get such a beautiful Angel, Miss A. That when he was done showing off, he's on bed, with her, lying down, loosen theirs outfit, looked at each other eyes, lips are closer, and closer, and it's dark, stars are shutting down.
"Miss A!!!"
The picture shattered.
She's turning away, back to her booth, but still, Mr E is still dreaming of that, broken one.
A few hours later, the fair ended, and Miss A, suprisingly, went to have a date with... with... MR SINGAPOREAN!!!! They went out, Mr E, feeling left out.
After it's over, Mr E, wants to have her flag, as a memory, as well as to have her sweet scent, for him. However, it was not given. Mr E's felt depressed, full of sadness and sorrow. That his heart, had shattered into pieces, thrusted by million swords, twisted, and left the big scar that will never be healed by all means.
PAIN ar.... PAIN ar....
As he's enduring the pain, he still prayed for her to come back, to have, this time, a kiss.
HAPPY BELATED VALENTINE'S DAY!!
P/S : This is all a FICTION!!! (Ya meh?)
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