Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009

"Hurry up, Jenny." ' Yes, I'll come." Looking at herself in the mirror,
Jenny smiled confidently.
On the way to the party, Jane asked," Whose party? Why you are so mysterious?"
You should go to the party with Kate." " Kate is on a business trip.
You will be very surprised when you see the party." Gilda answered.
"Yes, it's so surprised." Jane thought, when she was introduced to the
host and hostess of the party. " Still gentle and soft expression
in his eyes, charming smile what let every girl's mind is perturbed."
"Hi, Jane. How are you? Haven't seen you for the ages. "
Jane's train of thought was interrupted. " I'm fine, Peter. How are you?"
Jane showed a courtesy smile." I'm fine too, This is my finance, Doreen.
Today is her birthday, so we hold a party. "Peter held a girl's hand,
and said," Sweetie, this is Gilda's sister- Jane."
"Hi, I know a little about you because Peter referred to you. You look
very beautiful." "Thank you. I'm glad to meet you." Shaking Doreen's hand,
Jane showed a courtesy smile again. "Peter, you promised
to show us round your house.' Glida gazed intently
at him. "Ok." Peter put down his wine glass.
Stepping on red carpets, Jane mechanically followed Peter and Gilda. "It's
so splendid. Is this your another reception room?" Gilda asked, when they
entered a left room of the second floor. " Yes." Peter answered complacently.
'Ding..." Gilda took out his cell phone." Oh, Tom ask me to go downstairs.
I have to leave. Peter, you don't leave my sister out in the cold and
show her around your pretty rooms." Finishing his words, Gilda winked at Jane.
After a while, the room became very quiet. "Jean, do you want to visit other
rooms." Peter asked." No, thanks. I feel a little tired." Jean moved towards
sofa and sat down. At this moment, her sight remained at a box of Sarah Connor's CD,
"Peter, you still keep the CD." Jean gently stroked the CD and handed him it.
Peter's face changed colour , but his face returned to normal at once. "Well, you are my first girlfriend and this was the first gift that you gave me,
so I preserve it." Peter answered. " Really? However, everything changes, maybe we
should forget the past." Jean made a wry smile. " Let's enjoy music." when Peter had
hardly finished speaking the room was filled with moving music from " Just One Last Dance."
" I still remember your graceful carriage . Would you please dance with me? "
Peter stretched out his hand. Looking at his earnest vision , Jean stood up.
Walking with consummate pace to follow music, Jean felt her body floating.
" Just one last dance, Just one more chance." At this moment, Jean's waist was held tightly.
Finally, the music ceased. Jean said," I feel a bit dizzy." " I go downstairs to
bring you some juice." Peter answered hurriedly. " Ok." gazing at his receding figure, Jean turned round and headed for balcony.
Suddenly, firecrackers resounded through the skies. Looking at beautiful fireworks,
Jean smiled.


By this time it had been three months they had been talking. She started realizing she had some feelings for him to but, she didn't want to think this was a sex offender or anything so she just told him what she really felt about him and why she wasn't opening up to him. He understood but, was sad. He said he never wanted to hurt her. After a while they stopped talking and she grew sad because she missed him. He said he was caught up with college and work and couldn't be on much. he came back on and she told him that she loved him, she just knew her feelings for him then.
They had a relationship over the internet for a while, they were so happy. Then he stopped talking to her again for a while. He came back on and told her he was gone cuz of school and work again. She understood and was just happy he was back. He said he had to go for a little bit but wanted her to talk to his roommate and become friends with him. So she agreed. They talked and as she talked to him, he seemed so much like her love, he talked the same way and made her feel good the same way. Then she started thinking maybe it was a joke and tat she was talking to her love the whole time and he was just being mean. She was confused. The boy started saying he really liked her and that he thought he loved her. She grew scared now. Her love came back on and started asking if she liked his roommate. She told him he was a very nice boy. He started asking if she would want to date them both, he and his roommate. She started thinking he didn't love her as he led on and didn't care if she was with another man. She told that to him and said she was sad. he told her he loved her so much but, wasn't sure if he was who she wanted.
After that they forgot about the whole thing until the girl got an offline message from the boy and it was saying he was going to take her away from her love because he loved her so much. She told her love and he got upset with his roommate. After that the boy was told he could only be a friend to the girl, he didn't like it but, he wanted to talk to her so he accepted the agreement. They all stopped talking because the boys computers got a virus and the girl never knew that. She grew lonely and thought her love would never talk to her again. So, she sent him a message saying she didn't want to be with him anymore.
The next week while she was on the computer the boy came on and told the girl that her love had been arrested for attempting to have sex with a minor. By this time the girl had already turned 14 years of age. She was so upset. She still loved him. The boy was nice and talked to her and made her feel better. She started realizing the boy wasn't such a bad guy. She grew to realize the man that she loved had lied to her. He never loved her and was just playing a mean joke. Now the boy says he loves the girl and she likes him a lot now but is afraid the same incident will happen again. The boy knows this and accepts it and will wait for her till she knows how she feels or even wants him. She found a better man.
After a couple years she met this boy in person. She never told him how she felt they just talked for a few years. She finally thought it was appropriate at the time they met that she told him she loved him. She did that and he was happy, he thought she never cared for him. But, he was wrong. Then they went out together for a year and they got married and had a baby girl. They were married for 5 years when the girl grew ill while she was pregnant with her second child. She gave birth to a baby boy and died a week after his birth. The baby boy was born sick and died the day after the mother.
This was a girl who was truely loved by her husband and got as she wished. This man was her miracle and she had now been loved and loved too.
The boy raised his daughter, she was raped at age 16 by the man her mother onced loved. The was sent to prison. The daughter gave birth to a baby boy and raised it. The father loved his wife so much that his daughter looked so much like her that he couldn't stand it anymore. He thought he would go crazy and think his daughter is his wife and do horrible things to her that wouldn't be horrible if it was his wife. He killed himself thinking he would be with his wife. But, he never found her. For he had been put in another place.

Then, I would never have believed that ten years after we split I would still think of him. The scientist in me is always surprised to rediscover this fact: That a person can truly be broken. Forever. There is no “It was for the best” here; no hard earned wisdom that I am glad I came by. Our split was simply a complete and utter destruction of my person. Life can be that way. Eventually you have to move on; Life, again, compels you. And, after all, I wanted to be happy again. So, you pick up what’s left, reinvent what isn’t and go on.
I think the specter of our breakup has changed me far more than our
relationship. Away from the warm glow of naivete, the memories of us seem trite. It is true that only we assign meaning to our experiences. On paper they mean nothing. We went camping with my family. I snuck clandestine visits to his house after school. He biked out to my house in the middle of the night. We hung out with his friends. He got the chicken pox. We made out in the hallways at school and passed notes. We drove - a lot, we drank some, we smoked pot once. And of course we had sex, my first. We were in going to be married, you see.
Mostly, we had no fear. We talked about ourselves, our dreams, our
childhoods, our parents. Each discussion was a wonderful opening, with no fear of what we might discover or lose. Every fact, every feeling shared was a precious thing to be cherished and savored. Our universe did not understand the possibility of loss.
Eventually, there was another. There always is in these stories. She took him away with a kiss. To explain the complete and utter vacancy of the following months would be difficult. At least there were tangible side effects: the loss of 25 pounds, the withdrawal, the tears, and tears, and tears. To this day I have not replenished them. Only after I rebuilt myself did he want me back. But the me had that had been was lost.
It is more than ten years later. The person he missed hasn’t returned. I don’t think she will. I look for her sometimes, in boxes of old things, but she is never there. The beach is my place now. It is small consolation for a lost self. I know now that our relationship was far from perfect. I know what he has done with his life, and what I have done with mine, and logically, I understand them to be incompatible. What I really miss is the me that didn’t consider such things.
I see him in dreams sometimes. We approach, we talk; we are never
lovers. In my dreams we travel asymptotic paths; never crossing, almost touching, our current lives the tiny infinite gap between us. I like my life now. It makes me happy. But above all, I can never forgive him. It’s not that he was perfect. It’s not that we were perfect. It’s simply that he was my Everything, and he chose to leave.

it's their 7th month anniversary and the girlfriend calls her boyfriend .




