it became her habit...

she alight the bus and look at the same direction again.

"but, what am i suppose to say when i see him?
will he even bothers about me?" she thought.

even a simple sentence,

"im getting on fine" from him, can let her feel ease.

sighh.... there is no sight of him.

perhaps God knows she's not ready to see him.

when is she going to see him the next time?