With her begging, my cold moyo softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak mti and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that mti with a silver ink pen half a mwaka ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had chai and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.

She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."
I felt so sour, wamekula inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"
I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of wewe and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate wewe sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"

I didn't say a word, just looked down . After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.

...
A kind of deep upendo shot threw me like a bulet.
A dream. Great. But this was a kind of dream that wewe can't wake up from. Me and Susan stoped at at a hotel last night. We got seperate beds but i still felt uncomfotable. In my dream Susan was in a dress and we were hanging out at our park.She came over and I brushed her hair out of her face and leaned in. wewe guessed it. I kissed her. But I secretly wanted to. This dream had too be the ones wewe can;t wake up from. But it felt so real.
I felt her lips meet mine I wasn't watching it zaidi like living it. to be continued...