He said:
-I thought you liked him, maybe this is why you remember him.
+Oh, no I don't.He is not even my type.
- What is your type then?
She seemed like she was going to tell something teasing;
She turned her eyes away and started to talk:
+Well my type is someone who is snowboarder, who likes bikes I mean basically who likes extreme sports, listens to metal music, enjoys life and who is happy with his life.
She turned her eyes right into his eyes and continue:
+Who is long-haired, oh and most importantly who is a fighter and deserves to be loved.This is my type.
They looked at each other and smiled to each other.He had no doubts left after that moment, he knew that he wasn't going to hesitate after all.
She was happy to see him accepting her and was sure that they had a future together.
We never had a conversation like that but I he introduced me to his friend in the writing.
YanıtlaSilHow strange, isn't it?
Şu anda anlıyorum ki onunla ilk tanıştığımızda onu kafamda gerçekte olduğundan çok daha farklı canlandırmışım.
YanıtlaSilO böyle cümleler kuracak biri değil.
Ve zaten hesitation diye bir şey de hiç olmadı aramızda.
Çok garipti. Birden bire oldu her şey.
I saw his friend in Kadıköy today. Seeing his friend made me feel weird.
YanıtlaSil