Our love is just a knock on the wrong door

Our love is just a knock on the wrong door ...

beautiful in life there are always unforeseen errors, as there is always the same cold separation can not be avoided.

three years ago, flying catkins in the spring, I graduated from college came to this ancient history, in a network enterprise as editors. Was one to two students, unaccompanied, I was introverted little friends, in addition to nine to five day's work, is kept in the room reading. One day, the bathroom pipes broken, the room became a sea. I took the towel East block Cisse, not only can not afford the slightest effect, but to herself drenched. Are unable to do anything, someone knocked on the door, and also shouting upstairs neighbor's name. This fits in the cement box in the wrong direction is a common thing, I loudly replied: I was that tired confident and stubborn people can not stand on the snappily rush a pull door.

is wearing overalls, a pair of deep fine squinting big boys. He looked at me in amazement. Hen Langbei I know I look ugly, quickly simply said, He Shen Shoutui live door, hesitated, as if afraid to offend me just as carefully asked:
so I know mine. He often joked after the familiar: Just family and campus wings out of my ivory tower, the outside world a little silly do not know. Black and white castle is mine to open my window, the bright sunlight into the long rainy season, I have been sleeping to arouse enthusiasm and hope, so that two decades of life is not suddenly a vivid color! I seem to just open your eyes first saw the blue sky, lovely insects, fish, the first delicate and exquisite sensitivity to the emotions within your heart. Even the roadside stalls used to eat the sheep skewers are not the little girl, now learned to lie, to play electronic games, bumper cars, screaming and open, to watch the game to play when the whistle ... crazy ... even in the long-distance semi-annual home visits car, I no longer bored, but calmly listening to loudspeakers broken out of tune on the release of Pakistani songs, flash across the front of the car window sporadic peach smile, my heart jumping with inexplicable rejoice. Because I know that when I arrived home, When the phone rings will be crisp, long-term concerns of the other end will be familiar voice came:
be care and attention, how good feeling ah!

blink of an eye for a whole year has passed, our relationship become more and more subtle. Every day he would see me, call me the morning to get up at work to give me soup. We have the vague feeling, connected to each other has become a part of their own flesh and blood is life can not live without care and rely on.

One night, I suddenly got sick. Just at that moment, mine came. He said he is at night, somehow always feel uneasy, feel strongly that I have anything, so leave came up. See me sweating groggy appearance, quickly helped me to play down to the hospital. An examination, acute appendicitis, the doctor immediately to do the preparatory work before the surgery, I marked drip of penicillin, said that if the situation is not controlled, it is immediate surgery. Ray has always been tightly held my hand, kept comforting me. Perhaps his concern, perhaps the role of drug, gradually reduce the pain, the doctor saw that do not have surgery, as long as you can lose a night of penicillin.

This cold winter night, the silent snow falling outside the window, dim room lights dim. Ray has been at the bedside watching over me. Sishuifeishui, I heard him with a gentle trance sounds like balderdash to me to read Tagore's
How I hope he can understand the words the phrase we all come out ah, but he did not.

long after I was there was removed from his cousin that his real thoughts. He said he just did not even graduate high school a little mechanic, but I was white-collar college, he was not with me is not the result of the start of a doomed romance, as long as I am concerned about the silence is enough - love is not necessarily To return, why do you say it, hurt each other was black and blue before it broke up, maintain the status quo at least we all know there is still a good memory.

I do not like the specious excuse. No matter how people think, I have always insisted that education, not love of money and class divide, before God, the soul of every noble are equal. But I can not say it, they must be to him to comprehend. If he really love me, really can not do without me, that his eyes from the secular obstacles will be solved. I look forward to his senses.

But one day, he told me he wanted to get married, his fiancee with the factory workers.

a moment, my tears well up crazy eyes. I desperately controlling yourself, let the tears fall, calmly smiled and said:
terrible silence.

we do not dare speak for fear only to speak, all the strong will disintegrate. Poor sad modern ah, in the face of status of the poor, did not directly say In fact, the real pressure from his own heart. He did not dare cross the divide, afraid to take the unknown outcome, saying that white is the power of love is not strong enough to resist selfish.

Suddenly, Ray open arms, put me firmly in his arms, tears drop by drop into my hair, it is clearly struggling with his inner pain. I reserved at this moment collapse, just courage and said to him,

then I really understand that we love, had just knocked on the wrong door.

2 years later, I left the company, and cooperate with friends of a man of IP Messenger Service Web site, a minor celebrity in the industry. I received mine sent a photo. Photo, he looks simple and lovely arms around his wife's daughter, in the eyes of a mature man of steady calm, there is a faint trace of calm sadness.

my tears could bear.

I know, we just mortals.