A Small Town

He and She, however small town two ordinary office workers, co-operating with a normal feelings. He had forgotten the initially how strangers, to forget initially how to come together and love each other.

Speaking of "love" for the love of running, he felt that the word to describe the relationship between them, does not seem appropriate, at least some extravagant taste --- "love" should refer to "love each other"?

Of course, he felt that she loves him --- quietly gaze from her every time, until unconsciously giggle face.

However, he is not sure about their feelings. Her words to describe, that is, the relationship is not in place.

Is not in fact do not like her, he was a bit like her, or him every day there would be no thought of or encounter any, on the phone to talk to her --- but also limited.

Feeling on his feelings for her, more than like a little bit, a little less from the love.

He knew, with her intelligent and sensitive, can feel it. Only, she was identified: things might be turning, so she has been working with.

He also tacitly with her efforts.

However, such a thing is not always forced their efforts, that the state will not help.

Finally, summer is the best time, she was very tired, finally said softly: "Why do not separate for a while now!"

He was silent, the default of this proposal.

Although she tried to control the feelings, does not want to gaffes, calmly away from him, he was slowly coming in to see the tears in her eyes. He was passing hint of sadness.

So separate. Initially, he was not in the habit, like a headless flies like a random jump. After a period of time before the calm mood collated emotional. One day, he suddenly remembered: the exchanges so long, he never took her. Unconsciously, he walked over to her office building opposite to wait --- in fact, do not know so what, she did not know, he just wanted to go down and see her. Unfortunately, he did not know her office in which to work, and we are still to see her again. So, he was not consciously call her.

Everything like a miracle, he saw a figure ran down the third floor on the opposite. That figure ran down the third floor, across the street, along a 50-meter fork, straight went to another Main Street --- There is a public telephone booth.

He suddenly understood why every time she call him back, then hurried breathing.

She said the office phone, but that is a public property. Moreover, she has always been calm and rational, how can in front of the whole office of people's face, his head down, blushing, said, "I want you" kind of thing? So every time his phone back, she must run down from office on the third floor, across the street, along a 50-meter fork, straight went to another Main Street --- where the public telephone kiosk telephone.

Every day, his call, she ran once; him call twice, three times, many times, she ran twice, three times, many times ...

Shining summer sun, a slightly fat woman, out of breath in the dusty street run --- only back him a phone call.

He's the heart of a dynamic, gentle pain.

He is busy strode toward the run for the love of the woman walked over, he told her: he is now how much I love he