Naeui Sarang Good Bye [part 3]-ending

Naeui Sarang Good Bye [part 3]-ending

By : Sakin

       Preview last part : He was disappointed, then he ran away go out from the store, realized that, I tried to run to chase him, but he was too fast, I lost him. I just could find the thing that was a roll of paper that he held on his hand. He left it. He didn't realize that this picture felt, and let it be. I took it. It look a more than usual picture but it more look like a painting.

           My eyes are watery when the wind was blowing up, but it was not because the wind but because of that painting. In that painting, there was the picture of a girl. And that was shocking me. That girl is me. That boy painted me, and I think that he wanted give it to me. That was very hurt, the regret was very hurt to me. I cried without I realized it, Because I was very regret so much. I felt very sorry why I couldn't hear when he was speaking up to me. I was regret why I didn't know that just know he said that he liked me  I think. I was regret why I was very stupid, I couldn't catch his purpose. I was regret everything that I didn't know that he liked me too, like I liked him. 

        I realized it just from his painting. Just his painting said that he liked me. That painting said to me. The  writing behind the painting written "Saranghae Hye Jung"

      Maybe it's better than I never know that he liked 

me too. At least, I knew that my feeling was replied. Although, now our feeling can't meet each other, I've lost him, he never came back again in my store, never here again someone who always buy yellow chrysanthemum everyday. Someone who always uses tartan shirt. Someone who always give sweet smile to me, someone who always steal my attention. I missed him, I waited, waited, and waited again for his coming until I was tired and exhausted to wait. I think with left this place could erase my memories about him, I went to Germany. But, actually I stay up remember him until now. That's why I love chrysanthemum very much, that's because of him.

"First love is flowers, first love is disease"