"Why do you not like him so much? He is nice, polite and such a kind soul! Why can't you accept him?!" I yelled to my parents. They just did not see the type of charming I guy I was with. They can't see in my point of view. What they saw was a guy with a different couloured hairdo every time they met him. And it gave them the impression that he isn't a nice guy.
T.O.P was leaving soon. I can't bear to see him go. No way. Not before my parents gave constant to allow me to be with him for the rest of my life. It ached me so much to just see him off from my house. It would hurt me more if he left me. He can't. Not now...
On the day he was scheduled to fly off to another country, he suddenly called me and said:" Come over to the park, now." I went over, thinking it was probably his farewells. Overwhelmed by the sadness, tears streamed down my eyes.
It was already dark. As I walked to our usual spot, I saw lights. And candles. And then A heart shape. He was sitting inside. In his hands, held a box and balloons. "Marry me, please!" I was astonished. What happened? Many thoughts flooded my mind. My parents came out from the bushes, hand in hand, smiling radiantly...
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