Dream of Her

I made a dream, a dream about her.

I walked out of a resterant, after a business conversation. A girl past by, with short hair and a pair of clever eyes.

"That's her!" I suddenly found. I didn't know if she had noticed me, but I bet that she had seen me.

When she almost disapeared in the conner, "Hazel!" I shouted out.

She noticed me then turned and walked toward me. She hanged out just like wanting to give me a hug. As a result, I opened my arms, trying to hug her back.

"Hey! Don't misunderstand! That's not what I mean," she said. "I'm just showing what's on my fingures."

Well, I saw a ring, a golden ring was on her right hand.

"Ah, got married?" I asked. She smiled, without answering.

"How about you?" she asked. "Well,still looking for my Miss Right."

Then we had a short conversation on the sidewalk, just like two long lost friends. (In fact, we are) We talked about our jobs, and exchanged business cards.

"Hmm," I said. "I have something urgent to do right now. Calls me if you want."

"OK. Good bye."

Ya....it's time to say good bye.

Good bye.