Mystery of Love

Five Senses of Love - 说不出我爱你

2008-07-27T22:12:00.044+08:00

‘我爱你’
这三个字不能对每个女孩子说。
其实我前后已经说了百多次了。
第一次在小学，
跟坐在隔壁的女学生说。
反而是另一个女学生哭了。
因为那个女学生喜欢我。
第五十五次在大学，
跟一个穿着性感的女人开玩笑地说。
差一点被踢出学院。
因为那个女人是教授的女儿。
第一百二十三次在酒吧，
跟一个陌生女子搭讪。
喝了几杯便在她耳边说。
那晚是场恶梦。
因为她是一位人妖。
----
今天是我的生日，我的女朋友却要和我分手。
‘我爱你。’ 我无奈地说。
‘少来这套。我不是三岁小孩了。我们还是分手吧。’
她没有祝我生日快乐便离开了。
‘难道‘我爱你’这三个字已经失去它的意义吗？’
我气愤地向天空呐喊着。
突然有一位西装笔挺的男人出现了，还坐在我的旁边。
他样子看上去有点儿憔悴，
但是他的双眼却是锋利的。
‘那就这样办吧。’
他的声音有点深沉但听起来蛮舒服的。
‘对不起。’
我的脸是个问号。
‘你的问题是每个情人你都以为说‘我爱你’就能解决一切。其实是你不了解其中的意义。’
‘你究竟是谁?’
他指了天空。
‘我来自天上。’
他一脸正经地说。
我不屑地笑了起来。
‘如果下一个情人你不对她说‘我爱你’，我就让你遇到你最爱的人。’
他的眼神让我起鸡皮疙瘩。
‘如果我说了又如何？’
‘那你就会死！你敢不敢接受我的条件？’
我想了想便答应了。
----
没有女人的日子虽然无聊，但是少烦恼。
我以为能风平浪静多一阵子，却让我遇上了她。
那天有位婆婆要过斑马线，但是她行动不方便。
我上前扶了她一把，当巧她也上前扶着婆婆。
‘你们真是好心人。’婆婆对我们说。
我和她相视而笑。
----
不久后，我们从陌生人变成朋友。
偶尔我们会去看电影或吃晚餐。我们有聊不完的话题。
三个月后的某一天，我突然在人潮中拉了她的手。
她只是害羞地低头不语。
就这样，我们从朋友变成了情人。
----
‘你好像从没对我说我爱你？’她心血来潮地问。
‘我。。。对你的爱无需要靠这三个字来证明吧？’
‘但是女孩子还是想要听吗？’
‘我。。。喜欢你.’
‘你真的好奇怪，每次都这样！’
‘你那么想听？’
‘没有人对我说过吗！我许过一个愿。。。’
‘什么愿？’
‘不跟你讲！难道要我死之前才听得到你对我说那三个字吗？’
‘好好。。。我说就是了。’她期待地看着我。
‘我爱。。。美丽大方的你。’
她听了过后，哈哈大笑。
----
她出了意外，被一辆车撞倒。当我到医院时，医生叫我去看她最后一面。
她躺在床上，一动也不动。我的泪早已夺眶而出。
‘你起来！你快点起来！’我喊着。
她没反应。我突然想起她说的一句话。。。
难道要我死才听到
‘我爱你。’一讲完，我全身无力地倒在她的身上。
----
最后他们两个人没死。
男孩希望跟女孩说了‘我爱你’就会陪着她一起死去。
但是他不知道女孩曾经许下愿望～
凡是爱她的男孩对她说‘我爱你’就能和她白头偕老。
所以女孩救了男孩。
其实两个人根本是天造地设的一对，
所以身穿西装的男人就让他们相遇和相爱，
让他们互相从对方身上了解‘我爱你’的意义。
原来那个西装笔挺的男人～
就是来之天上的爱神了！

Five Senses of Love - 触摸不到的恋人

2008-07-26T01:45:00.015+08:00

那天的车祸，
像烙印一样，
深深地印在脑海里。
我从沉睡后醒来。
他却没有。
----
我们是青梅竹马，
从小时候就认识了。
他总是开我的玩笑。
我总爱拉着他的衣袖走。
我们总是形影不离。
连我们的父母都说我们长大了会结婚。
那时的我们却不以为然。
----
长大后的我们依然在一起。

小学，

中学，

甚至大学，

我们还是同一间的学生。

长大后的他越来越帅，

让女同学神魂颠倒。

我也不赖，

是让男同学迷恋的校花。

但是没有人把我们联想在一起。

我们也没公开我们的恋情。

----

他向我求婚了。

毕竟毕业后的五年，

我们各自在工作岗位获得不错的成绩。

是时候想要组织一个属于我们的家庭了。

他在众人面前跪了下来，

手里还拿着结婚戒指。

‘嫁给我，好吗?’

我想也没想就答应了。

他激动地流泪。

我笑了。

‘傻瓜，你哭什么?’

我擦掉他的眼泪,

发觉泪是热的。

‘我感动嘛。谢谢你愿意把你的一生交给我。’

我没有跟他说: ‘我也是。’

----

车祸。

没有人预测到。

意外，

没有人愿意发生。

可是它还是发生了。

他醒了。

他叫着我的名字。

父母安慰着他。

他痛哭了。

我想擦掉他的眼泪，

但是我不能。

因为，

我已经死了。

他还活着。

我再也无法握著他温暖的手。

我再也无法触摸他的热泪了。

我们已经是两个世界的人。

Five Senses of Love - 听不到的告白

2008-07-21T21:59:00.007+08:00

他总是听着mp3，从来不听我说话。
我好气恼。
但是我怎样也生气不起来。

因为。。。

有一天，在巴士上他坐在我旁边。
我故意不讲话。
他看我不出声，
便带上耳机独自陶醉在音乐中。
他完全当我是透明。

我好气。

‘喂！’
我说着。
他没睬我。
‘你。。。在听什么？’
他没看着我。
‘我。。。’

他还是没发觉我在跟他讲话。

‘我真的好气，好气你！你知道吗？为何你不爱听我说话呢？。。。’
‘其实我有好多话想跟你说。也许有时我很静，但是不代表你不能跟我说话。我不像你有音乐就可以把自己关闭起来。我。。。’
说着说着眼睛便湿了。
‘我知道我并不是你心目中所喜欢的类型，但是我希望能和你在一起。和你在一起的感觉很自然，我可以做我自己。你不知道这件事吧？一直以来，你以为我只是当你是好朋友。难道你没发觉我对你和对别人不一样吗？’
我咬着嘴唇，身体一直发抖着。
‘我。。。很喜欢你。这些话我只能在你听不到的时候才敢说。’

车到站了，我便下车了。
他还在听着mp3.

回家的路似乎比往常更远，我越走越累。
泪，也一直没停过。
突然，从我背后有一只手伸过来把我给拉住。
我吓了一跳。
他出现在我眼前。
‘你就这样走了？’
我不敢正视他，便低下了头。
‘你话是说完了。但是还没听我说。’
我的泪掉落在地上。
‘你。。。还真傻！要表白也要选对时候。’
我呆住了。
‘还好。。。我的mp3没电了。不然我听不到你的表白了。’
‘谁跟你表白？’
我用泪汪汪的眼睛望着他。
他不知觉地用手擦掉我的眼泪。
我尝试甩开他的手，反而被他捉住我的手。
‘现在是你听我的表白了。。。’

就这样，
那一天他握着我的手就在也没放开过了。

知道和明白

2008-07-16T01:15:00.002+08:00

知道和明白其实是两件不同的事。
我们可以知道很多事，
但是我们也可能不明白其中的道理。
爱~
也是这样。
我们知道爱是什么。
但是我们
明白什么才是爱吗?
嘴里总是‘我爱你’，‘我会让你快乐’，‘我就是你寻找的幸福’
但是我们明白那些话的涵义吗?
到头来，
分手，
自杀，
离婚
等等。
一切都是因为
我们以为明白。
其实我们只是知道。
明白需要
仔细的观察，
大胆的尝试，
用心去了解，
耐心去面对。
所以别以为你知道
就装明白。
那只是你的无知而已。

我爱你

2008-07-07T02:10:00.000+08:00

‘我爱你’是很自私的三个字。
经历两段没有结果的爱情，我认识了这个道理。
我以为说‘我爱你’就能天长地久。
那是我的无知。
其实‘我爱你’才是分手的原因。
因为‘我爱你’是我用自己的方式来爱护着你。
她不了解~
因为她也用自己的方式来爱我。
她也对我说过‘我爱你’。
我也不了解。
所以~
把‘我’删除掉，
‘爱你’就足够了。
真正爱一个人就不可以太自我。
毕竟相爱是两个人的事。
所以我期待下一段爱情的开始。

He & She

2008-07-05T20:03:00.000+08:00

I wrote this short story a long time ago. Not everyone like it. But some love it. I tried to re-write it in a blog style. Change quite a few things. Short and direct yet keep the smooth flow of the story. Most of my friends prefer short snappy style. Too long they find it tedious in reading. Anyway it is a challenge to write short stories that are engaging enough to keep a reader interested.
I hope I have done justice to my story.
If not, I will try harder.
Enjoy.

He & She

She could not control her thoughts.
Damn it.
She took out her mobile, her finger poised over the buttons.
Damn it.
She should have a clean break with him.
She did.
Yesterday she called him, telling him she could no longer be with him.
Her reason was simple. She wanted freedom.
He could not understand her reason.
They argued.
But she was persistent.
She ended the call first, after one hour of tiring conversation.
After that she cried herself to sleep.
Not out of regret or guilty.
But the notion of him vanishing from her life was too much for her.
Now, barely eight hours later, she already missed him.
She shoved her mobile back into her LV bag.
The bag was a gift from him.
Damn it.
She remembered everything about him. About them.
In the end, she surrendered to the temptation.
She took out her mobile again and dialed his number from her memory.

-----

He could not sleep at all.
Why?
He kept asking himself.
Why?
He received a call from her in the middle of the night.
A sudden call and at first he was worried something bad had happened.
Indeed, it was something bad.
She wanted a breakup.
Why?
He asked her.
She replied in a detached tone.
Freedom.
That’s all she said.
A lie, he told her. There must be a third party involved.
She asked him to grow up.
Breaking up did not always involve other people.
He argued with her.
She kept denying.
After an hour, she ended her call.
That’s all.
A call. A breakup.
The world once filled with a future of him and her no longer existed.
It was the first night he ever felt so lonely.

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‘Hi.’
She spoke. Her tone was as cold as the morning air.
But her heart was thumping.
Fast and hard.
‘Yep.’
She heard his answer.
Usually he would call her ‘baby’.
Now it became an unfamiliar and perfunctory answer.
Cold. Fierce.
Her heart sank.
Silence expanded.
‘What do you want now?’
He finally spoke.
A good start, she thought.
She took in a deep breath and exhaled.
Her lungs hurt.
Feeling relax, she spoke: ‘I just want to say…’

-----

‘Sorry?’
He wondered what really happened during the hours between the two unexpected calls.
Did she feel regret about the breakup earlier?
Or was there another person involved?
‘Do you mean you want us to be together again?’
He waited for a confirmation.
But she did not answer.
‘Hey, what do you want from me?’
Suddenly, at the other end, he heard sobbing.
Crying, he thought.
His heart melted.
‘Hey are you alright?’
His heart pained.
This was not what he wanted out of their relationship.
He always thought he would marry her. Soon.
Having a family with her was the one and only wish he had after she agreed to become his girlfriend three years ago.
Three years later, his wish was nowhere getting near to fulfill. Almost vanish.
Perhaps she waited to long for him to pop the question.
‘I…forgive you. Why don’t we start afresh again?’
The words came out of his mouth with difficulty. After all, he did not expect to face such a situation.
It did not matter anymore,
he just wanted to be with her again.
‘Hey, are you still there?’

-----

‘Yes, I am…’
She stopped her sobbing. She wiped the tears from her face.
In the crowd, no one noticed her.
She kept her wet face away from the human flow around her.
‘Where are you?’
He asked.
Her mind drew a blank.
Was that what she wanted after all?
She did not know.
All she knew she wanted badly to be with him.
It did not matter what she wanted hours earlier.
In modern days, being together and being breakup could co-exist a second in between.
She should enjoy the time with him.
She dared not think about the future.
It was too far to think.
‘I want to see you.’
Her voice was determined.
She knew she had made up her mind.

-----

‘I see you.’
He watched her from across the street. She was what attracted him in the first place. She stood tall among the rest and owned a face which would arouse attention.
He always felt eyes of envy landing on him as he took her hands and walked down the streets.
She was too beautiful to be true.
He could not lose her.
‘Talk to you later.’
He ended the call.
From red light to green light, his eyes had never left her. She was standing there, locking her eyes with him too.
He suddenly felt alive.

-----

‘Okay, talk to you later.’
She shoved her mobile back to her LV bag.
He was standing across the street.
Wearing a dark windbreaker and a decent pair of pants, he looked suave enough to catch some attentions of young school girls.
She always felt a sense of pride whenever she walked beside him, his hands held on to hers.
However, the years of being with him, she felt that he had occupied most of her world.
The idea was frightening. She wanted freedom. Not confined to a world of him only.
But she could not bear to leave him too.
In the end, she wanted badly to be with him again.
Green light came, she started walking.

-----

He and she walked past each other.
They were strangers, sharing the same present at the same moment.
Each of them was walking towards their own love story,
unaware of the ending their love story would bring them to.
That was the mystery of love.

~The End~