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The artical is consecrated to my darling... ...
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Today is the date when I have chance to face my darling on line. Today is the date when she has chance to face her darling on line. Today is the date when we stipulated to meet.
Today is 2000/03/14. On the same day 2 years ago, she send her first message to me on line.
Such is what I am thinking now. In a lovely bar, I am waiting for my darling, but a darling who I have never seen. Time is too slow, and I am nervous more and more... ...
Once, love is a lovely fairy tale to me, just like a mirror, maybe since I am a shy boy, maybe life is much cool to me, maybe... Until one day 2 years ago, all embarked on changing thanks to net. A girl bursted into my life as lightning and thundering.
On the ordinary and disordinary day, I heard a message from an unknown person, saying "i want to make friend with u, herewith my email ...".In respect that I could received a bag of notes like this one, I did not pay more attention than sending a brief letter by the email, for it's too common to me, an old net worm.
To my super suprise, the reply was enclosed a girl's affectation express. It's so direct echo as to make me in chaos. How to express my feeling at that second, I do still not know up to now. The only affirmative thing was that I had been moved deeply as her frankness.
Anyway, this was a signal to me, a boy having not be loved by a girl, at a corner having not be visited by Jupiter. I had heard a kind of voice was calling me and driving me to write an answer letter in excited mood. Further more, my friends urged me to accept the challenge. But a puzzle still troubled me, why a girl sent me her love, in her first letter to me. So, taking the risk of expressing a little rude, I had to asked her for the cause.
Her answer is too simple to be accepted perhaps for I was a little out of date. She said that the cause is no cause. What a crazy to me! A paradoxical feeling occured to my heart, to continue the contact or halt. However, I must send email to her with a view to net protocol and my reputation of gentleman.
The life continued but changed little by little. And our communication also kept on.
With deeper contact, we decided to talk with each other with oicq because email is too slow to abide. We talked all of topics, from diskman to walkman, from soccer to NBA, from friendship to amour. To tell my truth, I was dropping the love trap, and this kind of psychological hint was reshaping my life, and the good feeling was always going with me from day to night. But it was a litter strange that eachtime I brought forward meeting her face to face, she always refused me adducing many subterfuges.
The milestone on our way was an e_card arriving on my birthday. Really, I never tell her the date before. I was very cuious about why she knew my birthday. The original puzzle came back.
I knew I must resolve the enigma harassing me for so long a time. I sent my ultimatum to her:
u to i, is a secret i to u, is a openwindow it's unfair if u and i couldn't see eachother, it's the time to end the game if u agree, the date is at the day when u sent the first message to me, 12:00 the situs is at the site where i liked to go, Blue Bar, No.6 table i take a red rose u take a white rose ok? i am right here waiting for u...
I think if she really has affectation to me, she could not refuse my invite. And the result turned out that she agreed. Now, it's the very second, the foots of old timber clock is striking at noon, but where is she...
I am nearly falling in sleep with Di_Da when a familiar voice breaks the silence,
"who are u waiting for?" "oh, it's u, too coincidental! i date with a friend. what time?" "12:30, u take a red rose, i guess u are waiting for a girl?" "yeah, what about u?" "just pass here. would u mind my disturbing?" "not at all, of course. what u drink, champagne or coke..." "the same with u...no, no, thanks..." "waiter——, a sherry please!" "i...i...i have something to give u..." "a good message!" "here u are..." She put a box on my table and went out of door like wind. I take it, and tear open. It's a white rose.
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