Tone. One night. Bright.
One night, on the balcony, we looked at the sky together, my seniors hugged my chin, my eyes fixed on the sky in the dark, but never in a city like Bangkok.
I opened the conversation.
"Elder"
"Hm," Sunbae just answered. The girl must have parked, staring at the same place. The little light of the plane was passing.
"I met that girl today, too," I said.
"So what, you went to ask her to talk?" Sunbae asked. I replied.
"No, it's gonna be something to meet, talk to, and finish. That's it. I know..."
Sunbae took a cup of tea in his hand, blew it gently, and sipped it slowly. Tonight we have a hot tea. The taste is perfect. It's a tea that you eat whenever you eat. It's inviting stories to come up.
"Do you want to talk to that girl?" Sunbae asked. I felt that warm tone.
"There are some, but not all. I'm just glad to hear that clear voice of hers. Listen, whenever you feel good, I don't know. I'm starting to answer correctly, too." Finished, I secretly smiled at the seniors sitting next to each other, pretending to ignore what I was communicating.
"Well, then what? You finally tried to meet him one way or another. Am I right?" Sunbae looked before turning back to the same direction.
"Well, that's it, but not all of it anyway, but I... feel good. I feel bright following her. For this girl, you don't have to worry. I don't think about skipping steps or getting close. For me, just looking far away, being close at times is enough. Not asking for more. Just as much as I have." I really think so. Choose to keep it still like this. Just get to know the feeling I have is enough.
Finished, I raised a small cup of tea in my hand and drank, and my tea was getting cold, and it was time for us to go to bed.
"That girl... will have a good dream."
Good night ^ ^