Common Code of Love Story
At the beginnning:
She:cute,lovely,considerate,thought sometimes naughty,is still so attractive
He:warm,serenity-arousing,though sometimes does not seem smart enough,is an average guy.
Days after:
She:Why is he still sending short messages to me so late at night?
he:She's just so cute,with elegant manner,and a broad knowledge.I...I simply
want to know more about this girl.Good that she gives reply to all my messages no matter how busy she is with her work.
Months later:
Happy together....We talk about everything.And the feeling of being transparent to each other is so nice!There are nothing that cannot be solved by open talk
and communication between us.
Four months later:
She:My feeling is telling me that this guy is the one that fits me.Neither is
he sophistcated nor is he noble,but he is so true,and never lie.His temper soft
and tender,he cares about me.It is,so sweet.And i 'd like to share eveything in
my life with him.
He:She is fine.Though not very beautiful,she is not ugly at least.But how can
she be so talktive?Sometimes I don't want to spend so much time with her.But how to tell her this?
Half a year later:
She:He is always busy,always so occupied with his job and even recreation.And
never a sweet word again,so long as they come a little closer to the word concerning so called responsibility.Does he really love me?
He:How can she force me and press me for any promise?I am still young,what if
there are better choices?What if then comes a more fair girl with equal brilliance and caring nature?
Quarrels.
Misunderstandings.
Attempts by she to initiate talk in between in order to communicate better.
Failed,with his reluctance to talk,or retreat to face the problems that have
already exist.
He:How can she become so forceful,and never like before?
She:How can he refuse to face the reality and communication with me ?Without
it,how can we know each other better,and have a future?
He:She bugs me....
She:He does not care about me....
Long,long,and dead silence.
She began to have nightmares,and sometimes woke up in her sleep in midnight,with tears streaming down her cheek.
Another attempt to talk further.
Failed again,miserably.He said he understand everything,but its impossible for he to say what she wants to listen.
....
(She ends up here,writing this seemingly abstract story.)
Believe me,the sun still shines.
And have a sound sleep.Tomorrow never dies.
(PS.Also presented here to amuse Charlie---Wenxiayue)