英语西方文化 爱情故事

I don’t know whether you have had experienced a moment that all of your world were rotated around one person. You’ve lost your mind, while that person didn’t know it at all. When it happened? Maybe some of you like me couldn’t say it clearly. When you realized what happen to you, you already game over. It’s the Cupid’s mischief. All that we can do just accept it, no matter how painful it made us, how irrational it made us. You couldn't take it lightly, what you can do just to guess if a crush can turn into true love.

I’ve been in torment for a year, many times I ask myself:

“Is the thing I’ve done to her worth?”

And finally I found she was the thing in the world worth me working for, worth me fighting for, worth me dying for.

And now let me tell you my story with her.

I still remember that day.

She sank in the sunshine, without saying any words. She just stood there, in the Senior Three’s transitory noisy corridor. The shine exuded through the pore of her face, making she look so soft, so tender, making me forget what I went to do before that time. All I did was to follow her. All the places her eyes on became my given sea. If her eyes were fishing net, then, I would be the foolish fish which can only swim to the net, regardless of any orientation.

She sank in the sunshine, without saying any words. She just stood there, in front of the trivial and enervated me. Her hair was the softest flannel, flying in the air, and I was so sure that her hair was the reason why the air smelled sweet-scented. I was entangled by her hair, by her flavour, I couldn’t help to guess all possible about her. There must be most holy words implied in her lips parting. If she was willing to talk to me, I would rather be her only mute, just listen to her as her saintly audience forever.

She sank in the sunshine, without saying any words until the strident and ugly bell rang woke her up with a start from that timeless thought. She turned, and the soft rope of her hair tossed from side to side, which made me sink in a vacuous expression. I can’t help to silly thinking that:

“What? Is she really existent?”

And that’s the start of this love.

I thought I must be crazy that time. Following her step, I went through all our school.

I began to looking forward to make a coincidence. I imaged this time after time. In what way I could dress distinguishing that day, in what place we would meet. Would it be the corridor, or the playground, or the dormitory, or the dining hall, or the library?

I was so fret that why all these places sounded so common, so corny.

Cause that, my friend saw me like a cranky man, who kept talking to himself, with the facial expression’s change range from happiness to sorrow, again and again.