One way back
Afternoon seems a word that normally pictured out as a sunny hour where people devoulge in getting pretty nice shades and having those dilema of cloudy days.
But it seems this sunday afternoon, it’s not.
Raining. Traffic Jam.
Ureiqn and I just preferred to stay inside the car. Keeping ourselves dry as the rain showered our haven enormously.
It’s been a while ,these moment where I can take a gasp of my girl still rare and still agape.
suddenly, she began to be teary-eyed.
She’s crying and still recounting tha past.
I’m still at my own, also recounting, sorting. hands on the wheel.
We’re remembering those days as couple that currently in a wrecked car, pulled by a fast-moving tow truck. We’re practically moving backwards.
One way back on a Sunday afternoon,