WAITING FOR LOVE

WAITING FOR LOVE
Life is so unpredictable results. One guy used to "superior" in my back hour snack bar is really my superior reputation in a group; who once said he loved me, told me to wait an hour to look at me with strange eyes completely.

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Born in a rural area, I was familiar with from the small hours per day six busy train runs through the vast wasteland opened fields, also familiar with two sets of photographs aunt sat dike slopes glance of two rails running out far away. Thim wait a guy, who Aunt injured - Yet Have afternoon of how the date, of those years, from a maiden aunt beautiful time has been gnawing to languish.

WAITING FOR LOVE

Aunt and raised him together, jointly appointment Convention. He then left her home, left aunt to city business. Aunt waited only two words, "I will be back soon, wait, will you?" but wait, that waiting all these years. They say he married in the city, people say crazy aunt Two fake because too distressing.

Eighteen years old, I still see Aunt Two wildflowers sitting on the side of the dike breaks. Just heard the train whistle, immediately leapt to her feet aunt last but follow, from far, far to far away, to the ground returns to silence. Perhaps a windswept day attacks here could not wash away the poor little soul of the woman.

WAITING FOR LOVE

At that time I thought Aunt Two very foolish, very foolish. Why because a vague statement that wait? why must languish waited in gloomy? If you're in a situation like that, certainly I will forget them quickly but live well, very happy.

But probably my thought was too simple ... Eighteen years - eighteen years of peace is inside the field, but not have parents like other children, but I'm still happy because there's always the foreign love. But it was eighteen years old, when I just get to college they believe grandmother suddenly died - I was in real need of love since.

I promised her to live well. I leave the countryside to the city to study, to work more to earn his keep.

I met him amid such chaos.

Maybe I like him by warm and calm. Two years for deep love blossomed and two years dam- he'll always be with me, for I feel a strange emotion but I think I will not be lost.

Then one day, he suddenly asked me:

"Do you believe me?"

I looked at him puzzled. He smiled and gently stroked my hair:

"You need to come to a place very far away, wait, will you? Three months - just three months."

Then warm, you hold me close, tightly: "I love you!"

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Is saying "Let's wait for him nhé"! And he went without a trace left, and I waited. At this point I suddenly realized he really did not know anything about him. I never asked and he never said much about his family, perhaps the last time with him always beside me never concerned about that.

Three months and three years, I waited only for the "Wait Mine!" - I still nail security that he will return, he will not mess me fooled. How many times I wanted to find him, but did not know whether to go to any direction. Now I understand, love is simple as I thought, but my love for me then than I think a lot of capital.

Three years I've had many changes, began to work, to go pretty far, but I still did not leave the old room, I was afraid that one day he will not see his return. Maybe I understand the situation when two sets of old aunt. But I also know, three years is more than enough to wait for a new person does not know when to back ... I also believe aunt died two medium - lifetime frequency of algae aunt was wasted just because one vague statement.

I've decided to quit, though painful, despite losing a night crying. But that decision has given, he reappeared - we met again as fate.

It is an opportunity the company held another round of staff recruited abroad, the opportunity to develop and have better working conditions. I gave up the old room the other, to give up waiting for so to seize his opportunity. Heard management board visits the main branch in France will direct the interview.

I have very carefully prepared his presentation, but all of a sudden like mist before the official start of the interview. Because I've seen him. Just a glance only polished but enough to make the wait three years for him, but I am optimistic for the ball glance dumbfounded. English in front of me is no longer a student guy happy and energetic and do more in the snack bar. He now mature and calm in the elegant black comples, slowly walking along straight party recruitment of the large room just opposite.

Before they crossed the interview room door, I saw him look toward him, a very quick moment he could only smile and frown off very lightly - but I still frown seen before when he tried to guess What my intentions are. What about this time, whether that be for me? Does he have time to see me in a very quick glimpse of him?

In my head is ultimately both a mess. I sit on the bench waiting room door looked out again and again on different plays at the open, each person's face look all excited again disappointed. Finally the report lists 64 is also referred to, I bring Sprawl mood entered the room ...

It was easy to see him on the front row of the other management board recruitment. The man looked at me very intently, but with one eye is strange and difficult to understand. I also watched him - people just familiar strangers just in front. I did not notice the people there have said nothing, asked nothing, then I was sent off.

Life is so unpredictable results. One guy used to "superior" in my back hour snack bar is really my superior reputation in a group; who once said he loved me, told me to wait an hour to look at me with strange eyes completely.

But what is more difficult is great immediately after the interview, I was called to the room of the branch managers to meet one person - who bear his name. I thought a lot, also like to ask him a lot - I want to say something to me? Why did not keep his promise? Why he did not know my show? Why did you have to look back without me? And ... do you still love me?

These words ... so that when I walked into the other room could not uttered as to hold back tears, I did not even dare to look at him.

Quiet for a moment, he spoke - the familiar deep voice, but his words made my heart out to gently shaking a beat:

"Are ago we used to know each other?"

This question...

Image...

I raised my head, amazed at him, in my eyes she is looking for something full of expectations.

"Yeah, right? If you know anything, please tell me ... I definitely know there is something not to forget, but I've forgotten it ... Please help me ..."

I see from him the anguish of suffering. Maybe I finally understand what was happening, and was able to answer his questions.

It turns out that ...

It turned out he did not deceive me.

It turned out he seemed not unfamiliar to me.

It turns out that during the three years he has always tried to remember me.

Then the love you gave me so deeply.

So I was going to forget him.

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I really wanted to hug him but tell all - if the past, maybe I would. But now I'm mature enough to understand ... things which are not simple, everything after three years whether we can understand how user ultimately has opened new turn?

Just then, the door is suddenly open, a lovely beautiful girl walked in and exclaimed:

"Come on you game! He tormented her for three years, so that's enough, if indeed certain things that you must remember he would recall it. But this time are important to his profile view further review. "

She then proceed to pull his arm'd pull out. I think that was a blatant attempt to back, eyes waiting to watch me hopeful rise.

I raised my hand, trying to smile:

"No, how can we know each other, okay."

I noticed deep disappointment in his eye. He quietly swept lashes, threw up their hands to wear girl pulled out of the room. Now my tears finally could not resist adding that to flow fall, fall forever ...

Then I learn everything ... He was born in France, to his parents alone to Vietnam to independence and self-struggle with life, so friends nobody knew about his family situation. What was he suddenly told to go away when he heard his father was ill, he returned to France to take care of the family, perhaps three months is to rearrange everything. But in France he had an accident and loss of memory, loss of memory of the days before, about me, about us ...

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I did not know then that his time wandering away where, do not know all that afternoon he had done what, just know that in my head is a mess. When looked it was already on the night, surrounded by darkness stillness, I returned to my small room - maybe this will be the last time.

But ... I saw him, he was wearing a white shirt standing in front of the door and horizontal plane, stupor, saw the key in his hand, then turned to look at me with eyes dully indescribable. Breeze blowing across as making everything as vague, but before my eyes no more vague.

The years I kept the habit to key in the slot next to the main entrance brick ... you remember why?

My legs suddenly kept walking toward him, feeling person I waited for three years finally came back, he was in front of me, very close, very true ...

"It is true that we know each other that! See? - This is my first time to this city in the past three years, and yet again as directed by the legs go up to here, could be said to be the key to in this place again. "

He still looked at me, his eyes this time more and relax, hope:

"I ... have to be the girl of my dreams each?"

You have to be the girl of my dreams each?

I ... have not you?

These are not questions I will answer. But I know, he may come to me, would be able to find that answer. What I can tell you is:

"I want to be the girl of his dreams each."