I Know You

I Know You.... But....

I am in a city garden. I sit on a bench. The bench is so small. I am alone. I see someone at the corner. I know him, but I don’t know his name. He wears a blue shirt. The shirt is very cool. He comes to me. He asks me, ”Are you Hendra?” I answers,”Yes, I am. What is your name?”

He says nothing. He looks so disappointed. He leaves me. I feel so guilty. I am alone again. Next time, I will memorize my friends’ name.