Another long post. sorry.
I’ve never seen J after the first time I met him, not that i’m waiting for him or whatsoever but there’s just one question I wanted to ask. What’s his full name. It’s kind of intriguing that your name is just a letter in the alphabet.
So here I am again in my usual spot, sitting on a bench, waiting with my earphones on. No J sitting beside me. It’s too early to go home, but i’m too lazy to walk home. I stayed a little longer and just watch people go on with their life.
My playlist already looped and i’m still not in the mood to go home. Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder. It was him.
“Another lonely afternoon?” J was not holding a book today.
He smiled. “Correct. See, people can memorize names if it’s just one letter.”
“I’ve been wanting to ask you about that.”
He sat beside me. “About?”
“Your name. J. What’s the story behind it.”
“You’re a one curious human. That’s a rare kind.”
“You’re not going?” He asked.
“Not until I hear my story.” I smiled.
“But i’m just a stranger. What if my name’s not really J?”
He looked amazed on our argument. “Very clever.”
The train door closed and went on.
“Alright. It’s my favorite letter.”
‘It’s my favorite letter’ ? This man has become more odd than I expected.
He laughed, “ You sound disappointed.”
“Very. I’ve been waiting to see you again to know something about it, but this is all I get.”
He looked at me with his wide eyes.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You said you’ve been waiting to see me again.”
“Come on, i’ll take you home. It’s kind of late.”
“No. it’s okay. You’re still a stranger.”
He smiled. “I ate my own words.”
I hopped on the next train.
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