If all these things I’m findingare impossible for me, justlet me be what I know the besta gust of gentle breeze once blew into your heart, whenever you think of me, you willSmile...
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“It all started in that summer. While I was playing in that chat room, I met a man. He was an average kind of man who joked you and then you could joke him back.
‘Hi, it’s very late now’‘Yes I know.’‘Why do you stay up so late?’‘ ‘Cause I am an early-bird’‘Early-birds get worms’‘So I meet you?’“ha ha”... ... That’s the first chat between us. After that we kept on meeting and joking around each other. Our conversations at the very beginning were mostly full of so many jokes
‘A joke?’‘Yes, please.’‘How about Hitler In Poland?’ ... ... Then the time was flying along with so much laughter... That only lasted for a little while though. I still rememberthat time when my day had been a real pain. I was looking for a place to complain. I met him again. I told him the feeling about my true pain. He was very quiet when I told him something. He just listened to what I had to say and comforted me that everything would be okay. Soon I realized all my stress was gone. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything.
After that we always met there at the same time and we were alwaystogether. We talked about almost everything that we could talk, aboutdifferent custom and culture, about the work and about the life. We gave each other words of encouragement whenever each of us got a hard day. We helped each other get over all the difficult times and shared the funny ones as well.
It’s a real joyful season. My days were filled with sun. I had never imagined that life could be that pleasant and so much fun before. I was so happy and thought of him as a real friend.
But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it one night and figured it was just a friend kind a thing that I was feeling. We were always together and of course I thought of it as being friends.
Days went by and autumn was upon us again. We still kept our rendezvous. We found, however, the more we wanted to talk, the less we could speak out. There were such moments we just stared at the screen without a word, but getting a feeling like we were sitting closer watching the stars. Finally I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. One night, it seemed we were running out our words again. After a shorter while of silence…he started to talk about his sweetheart in reality. That’s the first time for him to talk about this. In fact, I should have thought of this possibility. Well, that night was also my big chance to tell him how I was feeling. But all I did just sat there quietly. I looked at his words jumping into the screen line by line. I tried to smile more but it was killing me inside listening to him talk about what his dreams for his future and family. I was trying to cover up my sadness tears inside with the pretending happiness until I couldn't take it much more. I asked for leaving without an explanation. I knew he must had sensed something different but he just didn't speak out. We said good-bye and so many good wishes to each other like real friends, as usual...
The following longer while, both of us seemed have to keep ourselves busy all the time. We seldom went to talk but still wrote to each other on what was going on. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I guessed he must have his own reasons. I didn't write him ask why.
One way or another, I had to go on with my life...”
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This story is based upon the saying of a dear friend. I still remember the day when she told me this story. It’s raining outside. We sat face-to-face and snipped on our coffee. After a while of silence, she went on,
“I ever wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him...” “Getting regret?” eying on her with a deep pity, I asked, “No…” she went on, “In fact, I once saw him there. He was talking to others. He seemed fine and happy. I saw him soon I found all worries on my mind had gone. I left there quietly with tears wetting all my face...” “ I might do in the right way.”
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It is so wonderful and content knowing that someone you love lives his life happily somewhere.
The rain was still falling down on its way outside. Indoors, I felt so warm and touched by a moving story, by some musing moments and even by the slight smoke from the hot coffee...
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.
