a tragic love story...

Once upon a time, there was once a guy who was very much in love with this girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small executive in his company, his future doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then...heartbroken, the guy agreed.
When he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself. Finally with all these hardwork and with the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company... "You never fail until you stop trying." he always told himself. "I must make it in life!"One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize those were his ex-girlfriend's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore, he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He had made it in life!Before the guy can realize, the couple was walking towards acemetery, and he got out of his car and followed them...and he saw his ex-girlfriend, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his precious paper cranes in a bottle placed beside her tomb.Her parents saw him. He walked over and asked them why this had happened.They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was stricken ill with cancer. In her heart, she had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want her illness to be his obstacle ... therefore she had chosen to leave him.She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him.The guy just wept ...the worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them but knowing you can't have them and will never see them again.

a sad love story....

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restlessand 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 meether 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 feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat 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 living 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 into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting 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 use to always go.She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this."With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face.She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence.I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself."She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.

105种语言的我爱你

English(英语) - I love you
Afrikaans(南非洲的荷兰语) - Ek het jou lief
Albanian(阿尔巴尼亚) - Te dua
Arabic(阿拉伯(对男性) - Ana behibak (to male)
Arabic(阿拉伯(对女性) - Ana behibek (to female)
Armenian(亚美尼亚) - Yes kez sirumen
Bambara(班拉族语) - M’bi fe
Bangla(孟加拉语) - Aamee tuma ke bhalo aashi
Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu
Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo
Bulgarian(保加利亚) - Obicham te
Cambodian(柬埔寨) - Soro lahn nhee ah
Chinese(中国话) - 我爱你
Catalan(加泰罗尼亚语) - T’estimo
Cheyenne(夏安语) - Ne mohotatse
Chichewa(齐佩瓦语) - Ndimakukonda
Corsican(科西嘉语) - Ti tengu caru (to male)
Creol(克利奥尔语) - Mi aime jou
Croatian(克罗地亚语) - Volim te
Czech(捷克) - Miluji te
Danish(丹麦) - Jeg Elsker Dig
Dutch(荷兰) - Ik hou van jou
Esperanto(世界语) - Mi amas vin
Estonian(爱沙尼亚) - Ma armastan sind
Ethiopian(埃塞俄比亚) - Afgreki’
Faroese(法罗语) - Eg elski teg
Farsi(波斯语) - Doset daram
Filipino(菲律宾) - Mahal kita
Finnish(芬兰) - Mina rakastan sinua
French(法语) - Je t’aime, Je t’adore
Gaelic(盖尔语) - Ta gra agam ort
Georgian(乔治亚州) - Mikvarhar
German(德语) - Ich liebe dich
Greek(希腊) - S’agapoGujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo
Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw
Hawaiian(夏威夷语) - Aloha wau ia oi
Hebrew(希伯来语(对女性) - Ani ohev otah (to female)
Hebrew(希伯来语(对男性) - Ani ohev et otha (to male)
Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw
Hindi(北印度语) - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae
Hmong - Kuv hlub koj
Hopi(霍皮语) - Nu’ umi unangwa’ta
Hungarian(匈牙利) - Szeretlek
Icelandic(冰岛) - Eg elska tig
Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw
Indonesian(印度尼西亚) - Saya cinta padamu
Inuit(纽因特语) - Negligevapse
Irish(爱尔兰) - Taim i’ ngra leat
Italian(意大利) - Ti amo
Japanese(日本) - Aishiteru
Kannada(埃那得语) - Naanu ninna preetisuttene
Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka
Kiswahili(斯瓦西里语) - Nakupenda
Konkani - Tu magel moga cho
Korean(韩语) - Sarang Heyo
Latin(拉丁语) - Te amo
Latvian(拉托维亚语) - Es tevi miilu
Lebanese(黎巴嫩) - Bahibak
Lithuanian(立陶宛) - Tave myliu
Malay(马来语) - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu
Malayalam(马拉雅拉姆语) - Njan Ninne Premikunnu
Mandarin Chinese(汉语) - Wo ai ni
Marathi(马拉地语) - Me tula prem karto
Mohawk(莫霍克语) - Kanbhik
Moroccan(摩洛哥) - Ana moajaba bik
Nahuatl(纳瓦特尔语) - Ni mits neki
Navaho(纳瓦霍语) - Ayor anosh’ni
Norwegian(挪威) - Jeg Elsker Deg
Pandacan - Syota na kita!!
Pangasinan - Inaru Taka
Papiamento(帕皮阿门托语) - Mi ta stimabo
Persian(波斯语) - Doo-set daaram
Pig Latin(大拉丁语) - Iay ovlay ouyay
Polish(波兰) - Kocham Ciebie
Portuguese(葡萄牙) - Eu te amo
Romanian(罗马尼亚) - Te ubesk
Russian俄语) - Ya tebya liubliu
Scot Gaelic(苏格兰盖尔语) - Tha gradh agam ort
Serbian(塞尔维亚语) - Volim te
Setswana - Ke a go rata
Sign Language(手语) - ,,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing’I Love You’)
Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan
Sioux(苏族语) - Techihhila
Slovak(斯洛伐克语) - Lu`bim ta
Slovenian(斯洛文尼亚语) - Ljubim te
Spanish(西班牙语) - Te quiero / Te amo
Swahili(斯瓦西里语) - Ninapenda wewe
Swedish(瑞典) - Jag alskar dig
Swiss-German(瑞典德语) - Ich lieb Di
Tagalog(塔加拉族语) - Mahal kita
Taiwanese(台湾话) - Wa ga ei li
Tahitian(大溪地语) - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe
Tamil(泰米尔语) - Nan unnai kathalikaraen
Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu
Thai(泰语(对男性) - Chan rak khun (to male)
Thai(泰语(对女性) - Phom rak khun (to female)
Turkish(土尔其) - Seni Seviyorum
Ukrainian(乌克兰) - Ya tebe kahayu
Urdu(乌尔都语) - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo
Vietnamese(越南(对女性) - Anh ye^u em (to female)
Vietnamese(越南(对男性) - Em ye^u anh (to male)
Welsh(威尔士语) - ’Rwy’n dy garu
Yiddish(意第绪语) - Ikh hob dikh

bo go ship da...

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I'm a black koala????

You are Black Koala who has purity and sweetness of a girl. And no matter how old you get, you can stay youthful. Your attitude is very straight forward and bald. You have quick mind, and a sharp instinct to read the other person's mind. You are an active woman.Nevertheless, you also possess a motherly character. You are kind and can show consideration to others.You tend to be rather argumentative, and will not accept something that is unreasonable. It takes time to gain your consent. You are independent, and has a challenging spirit to achieve your objectives and ideals. Once you start on something, you will not give up half way, or show weakness.You know how to get on in life, and are a calculative woman. Economic wise, you've got your feet steadily on the ground.You are rather suspicious type of person. You don't tend to take every word of other person straightly. You try to read behind the lines, very carefully. You tend to get lost in your thought.You think high of sports and training. Nevertheless, you also think a lot about art, and are a romantic sort of person. Even after you get married, you can be successful as a professional.

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xiang shui you du...

我曾经爱过这样一个男人
他说我是世上最美的女人
我为他保留着那一份天真
关上爱别人的门
也是这个被我深爱的男人
把我变成世上最笨的女人
他说的每句话我都会当真
他说最爱我的唇
我的要求并不高
待我像从前一样好
可是有一天你说了同样的话
把别人拥入怀抱
你身上有她的香水味
是我鼻子犯的罪
不该嗅到她的美
檫掉一切陪你睡
你身上有她的香水味
是你赐给的自卑
你要的爱太完美
我永远都学不会

也是这个被我深爱的男人
当我变成世上最笨的女人
他说的每句话我都会当真
他说最爱我的唇
我的要求并不高
待我像从前一样好
可是有一天你说了同样的话
把别人拥入怀抱
你身上有她的香水味
是我鼻子犯的罪
不该嗅到她的美
檫掉一切陪你睡
你身上有她的香水味
是你赐给的自卑
你要的爱太完美
我永远都学不会

你身上有她的香水味
是我鼻子犯的罪
不该嗅到她的美
檫掉一切陪你睡
你身上有她的香水味
是你赐给的自卑
你要的爱太完美
我永远都学不会

你是否爱上了他（她）？

1.当你正在忙时，却把手机开著，等著她/他的短信……

你已经爱上她/他了

2.如果你喜欢和她/他两个人单独漫步……

你已经爱上她/他了

3.当你和她/他在一起时，你会假装不注意他，但是当她离/他开你的视线时，你会 急著寻找 她/他……

你已经爱上她了

4.当她/他受伤或生病时，你会很关心她， 替她/他著急……

你已经爱上他了

5.当她/他和别人要好时， 你会感到吃不知其味……
你已经爱上她了

6.当你看到她/他那甜美的笑时，你的嘴角会扬起一丝得意的笑……

你已经爱上她/他了 ……

7.当你看到这篇文章时， 心里想到某个人……

那么你肯定已经爱上她/他了....

是情人你就会痛苦。。。。

是情人你就会痛苦.除非你和男人一样---心和身体分得开. 你可以是主动,可以是被动;可以是清纯的,可以是妩媚的,可以是激情四射, 可以是不要结果只要过程,但是那只是开始,只是在你没有真正爱上那个男人的时候. 开始时你觉得幸福,因为男人屋里头的那个你想象中的”黄脸婆”显然没得你有魅力,因为那个男人的身体肆意在你的身上焕发青春, 他多年没有的诗意和梦想好象又有了重来的理由,你知道那都是因为你. 再忙的他也会挤出时间和你见面,再累的时候只要见到你也会情趣盎然。你想那就是爱吧,可能他会不厌其烦地告诉你,你是他这一生的最爱. 你从---不信---到不是很信---直到完全相信,---直到信得不能再信！ 多数你和他在一起的时候, 你宁愿相信他只爱你, 或者你不愿去想象,因为他可能和你分享他对妻子的爱,他可能会告诉你---他和老婆在一起那是多么的短暂，无聊,他是如何如何想象着如你是在那个过程中该多好哟, 你不可否认有些情节打动了你,所以你才会问是不是和你在一起更好? 或者是不是更爱你? 你很可能更努力地做一切事情去满足和取悦他, 为他的诚实坦率, 更为他对你的爱.没有人会告诉你---他说的一切都是假的, 也可能大部分都是真的. 因没有人能够确认到底你们的爱有好多真实, 其实你比别人都清楚。。。 给你自己几个月的时间或者告诉他：你要他给你未来. “等等吧、她不想离婚、再给我几个月或几年、她没有我会无法正常生活、我在等合适的时候”是一些常见的答案。生活就是这样，一接触实质, 激情就再也变不成爱情了。
在你和他交往一段时间之后, 他生物的本能告诉他, 你已经或者终究会从鲜嫩的柿子变成粗糙的柿饼, 不知不觉间你和他老婆已经摆在了天平的两端. 也许你是个例外, 他太爱你了, 离婚, 与你结婚. 你自己如果不想骗自己的话, 问问自己, 会不会在某些时候担心他再堕情网！ 所以, 在刚刚开始的时候, 在一切都还来得及的时候, 或者在你美好的心灵还没有被伤害的时候, 你就该问问自己, 你是情人你到底要什么？？？

I won't act coy... its a waste of time....

It's pointless and a waste of time to feign shyness and giggle and flirt. I believe in speaking your mind. If I were a guy, I'd find woman who speaks their mind extremely attractive. I won't hesitate to ask a guy out if he catches my fancy, even on our first meeting... just simply ask" wanna grab a coffee?" the guy would usually respond positively. But you got to be smart enough to know whats the situation is.Make a move only after you have sized the situation. Why try to catch someone attention if he doesn't even notice you alive? Whenever i approach guys, i always put it casual and friendly. If you are too aggressive or slutty, most man will probably be put off. Nowadays singaporean are more open minded, but i think average man would still want girl who are more demure.

a touching story...

When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene of ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn‘ t help doing so.
I moved Dew’s hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I ‘ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew’s body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn‘ t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, Divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I ’ve got something to tell you, I said.
She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn‘ t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly.
She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I’m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month‘s time before divorce, and in the month’s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn‘t want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, Do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?
This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn‘ t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became more vague.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.
I didn’t tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.
She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed. All my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it‘s time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.
I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn’t notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won‘t divorce. I’m serious.
She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won‘t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of life, not because we didn‘t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I ’ll carry you out every morning until we are old.