Experience will tell you that, when you truly love someone, the feeling will not go away that easily, no matter how hard you tried. The affairs of the heart are not something that we can vouluntarily control.

He boarded the bus, feeling indeed a little awkward. He shuffled his feet as he made his way to the end of the bus. Taking a deep breath, he sat down on the chair which is two rows from the front.

What should I say? What should I do? Damn, I hate being so shy, he told himself.

Slowly, they started to converse. It was full of awkward pauses, but nevertheless, there was a conversation. Or at least he thought there was, for his definition of a conversation was of an ambiguous clarity. To him, just the slightest smile from her would equal to the exchange of a hundred, no a thousand words.

They alighted the bus, said their goodbyes and parted ways. How long had it been? 5 minutes? But he felt like time had stood still for him. He felt disgusted by his own thought. Cliche. He didnt like cliches, but sometimes cliches are right, and that was exactly how he felt when he was beside her. Just another memory to add on to his scrapbook.