"Do you really have to go?" Bryant whined as I got my bags ready for my return home.
"Yes…yes I do."
"Ooooo."
"Shhhh…I'll be back in few months."
"Months?! Just stay the holiday here na."
"I can't...I have to go home and you should too."
"This girl will not kill me."
"I won't, but I'll make you stupid."
"You've been successful in doing that."
I looked at him and knocked his head, sometimes I can't take his trouble.
"Baty, what's the language of love?"
"Isn't that French? Or Spanish?"
"No,"
"Then what?"
"Sign language"
"How is it the language of love?"
"I'll show you."
He looked at me and bit his bottom lip and winked at me then he made a heart with his hands.
"Aww…I love you too."
"I'll miss you baby doll," he pulled me to his side.
"I'll miss you more." I confessed and
