Coward

"Sigh... Four years passed by, I still couldn't gather the courage to go and see her. What a coward, I'm! I couldn't see her face clearly, every time I attempt to do, nothing useful comes, next time I will definitely show up."

"And this is exactly the same line, you've been saying from the past four years. Why is it so difficult for you to show up to her? I think you both are quite in a similar situation." Came an elderly voice from behind.

"Grandpa, if I suddenly show up wouldn't she hate me? And I can swallow being an unknown to her, rather than the hate."

"So, why not you find out who that girl is and vow her. What say?"

"What if she doesn't like me. I'm scared of knowing her real identity, what if..." was stopped mid-sentence by an angry voice.

"Enough of you're what if's and but's, if you let her like this, the next time she may come with her boyfriend or worst, her husband! Then sit in a corner and curse yourself. You may be happy at that time." G