Wednesday, September 13 @7:37 PM
Sunlight blazed through the window.Sweaty palms holding on the handle.I jus hope,i can reached my destination in no time.I'm enduring all the pushing,a lady is standin facing the wrong direction,that gray hair which she has is a bit too long.At that moment i dont think that hair even suit her.Turning my head a little,an old couple.She's thin n fragile.He's wearing a spec with a heavy stomach.One in a million couples stayed like that.Her hand moved over and held his.Looking at her hand.they seems so fragile.seen-able veins.Please hold my hand till i'm old.i promise,i'll hold on to yours.When the bus accelerate,i might be scared of the speed.hold tight.Letting go of your hand is the last thing on my mind.I Love you
