Loved your Post on “The Yellow Bus”, so I am reblogging it.
My task is simple.
Determined, I walked towards the old yellow bus that will leave before 10 a.m.
I sit still. I need to focus. I have to stop thinking. Because I may have doubts.
We finally gave our final kisses.
This is not our last goodbye but I can’t stop the tears.
I ended our tight hug and finally let go of her.
She then finally went inside the yellow bus.
She will be leaving before 10 am to finally pick the dress that she will be wearing on our wedding day.
I would like to come with her but she refused.
Because she wanted it to be a surprise.
I hate seeing people who kissed in public.
In my own country we never do that. But here, I think it’s normal.
“Stop.” I tell myself.
I have to focus.
This yellow bus is leaving…
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