Famous Love Stories
Chris Diary Part 1
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It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain
it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called
and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came
up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she
came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby
seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her
red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining
and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the
harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.
I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see
me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.
She said, "I miss you."
I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."
She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share
mine.
I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."
Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with
me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and
asked if we could stop at some place to eat.
Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"
Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station,
she said she would take the train back home.
Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people
with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home,
not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited,
she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long,
of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must
have felt when she came all the way here in this kind of
weather and I treated her like this. With her soft eyes
staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for
the night.
But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's
go try the other train station."
We were living in the same apartment building, on the same
floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along
well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies,
and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but
I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only
girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college,
having lived together for two years, we developed deep feelings
for each other. After she graduated, she went back home
and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During
that year I was only able to take the train down to see
her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept
the treasured relationship.
We were walking along the side of the road. She was in
front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had
a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying
her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too
deep in thoughts and drifted off the road. She almost got
hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in
my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant
pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed
by the park where we used to always go.
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