发信人: alien_alien(alien)
整理人: fredrink(2001-06-19 20:24:55), 站内信件
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Glancing through the doorway and waiting for her to come, he saw nothing. After five hours travel by plane from Australia, he felt a little bit tired. But he was still excited and couldn't help stopping his fast beating heart. He was about to meet a lovely lady he met on the net. They met in a chat room on the Internet almost one year ago. Their common interests and philosophical attitude towards love and life brought and kept them together. Since then they had been experiencing the spiritual ups and downs of being best friends and shared their feelings in the thrills, joys, and sorrows on the net.
Sometimes he thought he was not a good man and seemed to plot a terrible intrigue with this lovely lady. But looking into this 'affair', he felt that he was not evil. People need love, especially when they realized how short the life was and how hard the life would be. The more love they could get, the less depression they would feel. But could the friendship between men and women be pure? No! There exists only the love between a man and a woman rather than the friendship. This is definitely not the friendship. But the love comes from the sexual attraction. Without sexual attraction, this kind of love may be not true. Every time when he met her in the chat room, he felt the betraying and impetuous blood of the wanderer pulsed in his veins. This furious and invisible force guided him here and drove him out to commit his 'decent' sin. The hungry snarl of passion and scary knot of sensual desires pushed him to realize his dream.
It was 11:30am, almost the lunch time. When he saw the time approaching, his heart started pounding wildly. Some customers started to come into this restaurant. There were several young ladies coming in. He tried to identify her among them; however none of them was the one he was waiting for. He never met her although he saw her picture before on the net. But her face, especially her soul, already rooted into his heart. This virtual world was never meant for him as beautiful as her soul. "Out of so many, why is one soul remembered above the rest?" he often asked himself. "She shines," answered he, "Her soul shines, too. I can feel it."
His heart thumped as the clock ticked. "Are you Peter?" A sweet voice came behind him. "Yeah!" He turned. There stood a lady in her 30's, wearing her sunglasses. She wore a purple dress and a pair of matching sandals. She was pretty, elegant, and sophisticated, with a high forehead, a beautiful upturned nose, dry and pink lips, and dark long hair hanging down on her back just like a waterfall. The fitted waist emphasized her slim figure. She took her sunglasses off and frowned slightly. "Are you Peter?" she asked again. "Yes, I am." answered he, his voice quivering with excitement. "I don't look like 'Peter' whom you know on the net?" he asked, obviously joking. "Different!" she answered, sitting down with a sweet smile. "Am I too old, compared to the one on the picture?" he asked. "No, your physical appearance doesn't look like the guy I often talk with on the net. Hard for me to describe it in simple words." she joked as well. "Maybe you are a fake one?" She burst out laughing, popping her sunglasses in her purse.
Her eyes were clear and direct; her smile was sincere and brilliant. She was so familiar to him, but so strange to him too. However a few jokes made them so close. "Yeah. There is a huge difference between the real life and the virtual life on the net." he said, "Maybe we shouldn't have a face-to-face meet here?" "Why?" asked she, with astonishment. "I may lose the powerful attraction in your heart?" he asked. "No! Absolutely not!" she answered. Her eyes locked with his. "What you have been attracting me is your soul." she whispered shyly. Her dark eyes were filled with tenderness and sweetness. He was moved, and his eyes were misty. He took off his glasses, blew on his glasses, and polished them with a paper napkin even though the glasses were not dirty. "What a sweet, thoughtful lady you are!" he exclaimed in his heart. "No wonder my soul has been so taken with you since I met you on the net."
"How is your family?" he asked. "They are great. Here is a picture I want to show you." she pulled a picture from her purse. That was a family picture, a happy family. "Your daughter is so cute." he paused, looking at her closely, "She looks like you! In school?" asked he. "Yeah, she will be in the second grade this year." she said, "What about your little one?" asked she, beaming at him. "Oh. Still in the daycare." he answered...
One hour passed so fast. The customers in the restaurant started to leave and go back to their offices. "You will have a meeting this afternoon. Is that right?" asked he. "Right, at 1:15pm. A meeting to discuss how to adjust the APR for the auto-loan in the next six months. The market has been so bad since last summer. It is a very important meeting. I cannot be absent." answered she. "I understand that." he said. "How long will you be here? I mean in this city." she asked.
"Just tell her that you would like to stay with her together longer." a little whispered from the back of his mind. He tried to ignore it, but it was hard. He wanted to say, "I will leave tomorrow morning. Maybe we can continue our talk tonight?" But, feeling suddenly shy, perhaps scared, he said instead, "I will leave soon. This afternoon." Her face flashed sadness quickly, "Why are you so hurry?" she asked sadly. "I have to go to my hometown this evening." answered he. "Maybe I can accompany you to see the night view of this city if you are still here tonight?" she asked. Her eyes were filled with fear and hope.
He didn't answer her immediately. His inner was in a big chaos. He wanted to stay with her indeed; but he was so afraid he couldn't control his feelings. Maybe the best choice he could get was to leave here early. "I wish I could stay here a little longer with you." He swallowed hard. "I am really happy to see you here. Remember you ever said that we might never see each other. See! I am here, in front of you! That's all I expect and I have been waiting for." he paused, "I don't want to make any trouble for you." he spoke to her in a calm, deliberate voice, as if he were explaining something to a stranger. "I will leave here this afternoon." he said. "I really understand what you mean. But so disappointed for both of us, isn't it?" she muttered.
For a moment they both were speechless with sadness. She recovered first. "I have to go now. If I am late, my boss will give me dirty looks." She joked. "Your boss is a male or female?" he asked. "Certainly a female!" she answered. "No males in my office do that to me." she smiled. "OK. Let me walk you out." he said. They stood up and walked to the doorway. He felt she was so close to him. They looked at each other. Her sweet nature touched him, and, reaching out, he took her hand in his. She asked emotionally, "Hopefully this won't be the last time I see you. Will you come back next year?" she smiled bitterly, sad tears in her eyes. "Maybe in two years." he answered quietly.
A taxi stopped in front of the door and she opened the door. She turned and gazed at him. "Promise me! Write to me as before!" she whisper to him, tears streaming down. "I will!" He looked at her. She got into the car and closed the door. He touched the window that separated them, knowing that to love her he had to lose her. The distance could keep the love even longer and maintain the love even fresher. She opened the window and turned her face towards him. He bent and brushed her lips with just the lightest touch of his, "Take care of yourself!" The tenderness in his eyes as he gazed down at her melted her heart. She sobbed, "you too."
The taxi started to move slowly. His heart was almost broken. "Wait! I want to tell you something really important. I have it in my heart for a long time and I want to tell you now." he shouted, chasing the slowly moving taxi. The car stopped suddenly. He took a deep breath, and when he spoke. It was almost in a whisper. "I love you." his eyes were shining with tears, waving his hand to her. "Bye!" This time the tears that filled her eyes were not only of sadness but also of joy. "Oh. Peter. I am so glad! I love you too!"
The taxi started to run again and merged to the main street quickly. Dazed by the magic of the moment, he stood looking after the taxi as it headed to the crowded traffic... But so many questions started to pop into his mind. What would the foundation for their love? How long would this kind of love last? If the distance was still far like this, would the love fade away eventually? ... Really he didn't know how to answer them.
After drunk, one knows how strong the wine is. Of course, after loving and beloved, one knows how sweet the love is. He longed to have her; but he wanted to keep this kind of love even longer. "Okay. Let me stay in this city a little bit longer so that I could feel that special feelings mentally when I am with her closer." That night happiness, sadness, tiredness, confusion, and fright made him sleepless. Although he stayed with the cold of this city and the dark of the night, he could feel the warmth and brightness from her. That might be one of his best days in his life and marked his second love. He never forgot his first love; and he never forgot his second love, either.
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Where is the trash can? - alien |
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