Grateful for Love - 89 Heartfelt Love Stories

Author: Teng Gang / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-07-01
Features: That day, the sky was blue, the clouds white, and there was no wind. They met. She was sunny, lively, cute, and natural—her hair was neither styled nor dyed, tied in a lovely ponytail. The glasses perched on her big, watery eyes made her seem even more mature. As for him, he was unremarkable in appearance but deep and composed, mature and steady. He had heard others describe him like this, unsure if it was true. Anyway, she was the type he liked, but he didn’t know if she liked him back. He had fallen for her. This was a fact only he knew, at least at first. So, he racked his brain, finding excuses to ask her out to study, eat, shop, or run. And she, unless she was truly busy, accepted every invitation. When they were together, everyone felt happy. Her repeated acceptance of his invitations further encouraged him. He grew even more concerned about her, treating her almost like his girlfriend. For a while, her health wasn’t good, and she often got sick. He bought medicine for her, cooked congee, and reminded her to rest, caring for her like a doctor would, but even more so. In fact, during their interactions, he had already known she had a boyfriend who loved her but wasn’t with her. So, whenever he gave her the care she needed, he didn’t know if she’d be moved or if he could even hope for that. Whether she would or not, she didn’t show it—only accepted. He couldn’t figure her out. There’s a saying: Don’t guess a girl’s heart. In his view, this was true. He wanted to confess his feelings to her, but he never had the courage to say it again and again. All he could do was continue to care for and cherish her. Gradually, he got used to caring for her, and she, it seemed, had gotten used to his care, taking it for granted, enjoying it with ease, as far as he was concerned. The quiet days continued day by day. The sky was still blue; the clouds were still white; the wind still didn’t blow; and their story continued in confusion, because too many reservations kept him from saying those three words. P10