Love without sorrow

Author: Weisu Mei Ren
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Publish Date: 2005-01-01
Features: My heart carries the genes of love and adventure. Whenever I recall the taste of that kiss, the exhilaration of summer ocean surfing comes back! Our souls connected, sparking a flame, and a wonderful fate made us shine. However, today, we met and fell in love. Will love continue tomorrow? This is the first time I indirectly admit I love him. Every time he asked me if I loved him, I always gave a vague answer: "That would be after the end of the century." Because I didn’t want to commit too quickly, I always avoided the main point, and I couldn’t directly tell him, "I love her." To promise to be responsible for his happiness for life. But I’m sure I genuinely liked her, and I care about her very, very much, which is why I felt extremely anxious when she ignored me. What should I do?... I’ve never wanted to be rough with someone in my life, but I held back because she was a woman, and this woman was sitting on me in a rather ambiguous position. Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain! "Damn it! Who jumps off a building and changes their mind at the last minute? If you’re going to die, don’t do it over my head! Miss, you’re crushing me, get up!" I said, groaning while enduring the pain. I guessed my ribs weren’t just broken but on the verge of shattering. She feigned a punch to her waist, one hand resting on my chest, and pushed herself up with force. Wow, this woman is really tough, I cursed silently. With this force, my ribs hurt again. "You’re really heavy." I muttered as I stood up. "Who told you to be so clumsy and not catch me properly?" She made a face and turned to walk away. Confucius said, "Only women and petty men are hard to raise." Indeed, sages are sages because they can say such timeless words that haven’t gone out of style in three thousand years. "Hey! It’s not my fault you aimed poorly, right? The clumsy one isn’t me!" I retorted, hurrying to follow her. Of course, I Zhao Zhi Zheng am not her son, born to be yelled at. "Hee hee, it’s an advantage for a woman to be dumb, but if a man is, that’s a big problem! You’d better work hard, or no woman will want to marry you." She laughed dismissively. Good heavens! There are women like this? I can’t take it anymore. "What do you think you are? What right do you have to lecture me?" I glanced at her sideways. "I’m me, what’s there to ask? But I need to remind you of something." She suddenly stopped, causing me to brake too late and walk back to her. "What is it?" I asked, confused. "I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. Please don’t follow me. Thank you, or I’ll call the police and have you arrested." She said this and walked away again. "Ah!" You’re right. "You’re really dumb enough to break the Guinness World Record for stupidity." She tossed this back from a distance. This woman! I thought I was her cushion when she jumped down from the second floor! "Hey! How can you say such things to the person who saved you? The world is really going to hell." I chased after her again. "Alright, alright! I take back what I said. You’re not stupid at all. Just get lost, thank you." She replied very casually. "Too insincere." I yelled. "Sincerity, sincerity, how much is sincerity worth a pound?" She still didn’t turn back, walking away quickly. The way she was rushing, I could almost see the words "Run for Your Life" stuck on her back. What was she running from? I looked back—no one was there! Huh! Could it be... But it was still early in the morning; it shouldn’t be, right! Thinking back, today must not be my lucky day. I finally decided to wake up early and go for a run. But when I say run, I actually mean a brisk walk, and when I say a brisk walk, I actually mean a stroll. Anyway, as I was "running" toward the intersection, I heard a weak voice calling "Hey, hey, hey" from somewhere. I looked around but didn’t see anyone. "Idiot, you’re up there!" The voice spoke again. I instinctively looked up and saw an object—judging by the long hair, it should be a girl—hanging from a second-floor balcony of someone’s house. Her legs were kicking, but she couldn’t reach the next spot to land on.