stories: touching short love
The girl finally mustered up the courage to say to the boy, “Let’s break up.”
The boy asked, “Why?”
The girl replied, “I’m tired, and that’s reason enough.”
One evening, the boy just smoked without saying a word, and the girl’s heart grew colder and colder. “A lover who doesn’t even know how to ask me to stay, what kind of happiness can he give me?” After a long time, the boy finally couldn’t help but ask, “What can I do to make you stay?” The girl slowly said, “Answer one question. If your answer touches my heart, I’ll stay.”
“For example, if I really like a flower on the edge of a cliff, and picking it would mean certain death for you, would you pick it for me?” The boy thought for a moment and said, “Can I tell you the answer tomorrow morning?” The girl’s heart immediately turned cold.
When she woke up in the morning, the boy was no longer there. Only a piece of paper, covered in writing, was pressed under a warm glass of milk. The first line made the girl’s heart sink.
“My dear, I wouldn’t pick the flower.
But please allow me to explain why. You only know how to type on the computer, but you always mess up the programs and then cry over the keyboard. I need to keep my fingers to fix the programs for you. You always forget your keys when you go out, so I need to keep my feet to run back and open the door for you. You love traveling but often get lost in your own city, so I need to keep my eyes to guide you.
Every month, during that time, you’re always cold and have a stomachache, so I need to keep my hands warm for your tummy. You don’t like going out, and I’m worried you’ll become reclusive, so I need to keep my mouth to drive away your loneliness. You always stare at the computer, ruining your eyes, so I need to stay alive to trim your nails when you get old, pull out the white hairs that bother you, hold your hand, and enjoy the beautiful sunshine and soft sand on the beach, telling you the colors of each flower like your youthful face. Therefore, until I can be sure that there’s someone who loves you more than I do, I don’t want to pick that flower.”
(Tears dropped onto the paper, forming crystalline flowers) Wiping away her tears, the girl continued reading:
“My dear, if you are satisfied with this answer, please open the door. I am standing outside with your favorite fresh milk bread.”
The girl opened the door and saw his face, as nervous as a child, only able to wave the bread in front of her. I think this is love or life.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
