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Finally, the answer was given. I'm like a criminal who has been sentenced to death, counting down the days to the end of my life.
"Vera, I've got something to tell you. It's important. I cannot tell you on the phone." Hesitation and unease could be felt in his tone. From that day on, my instinct told me that something was wrong.
In the dim light of the restaurant, everything was in the dark except his face. It was his birthday, but there was some melancholy in his mirth. He reached out his hand to hold mine, but just a while, he let it go.
Wednesday, Starbucks - "Vera, do you want to be a senior teacher? You should be a senior teacher." "Why are you asking? Are you leaving for the States?" I blurted out. Sometimes, maybe being a fool can make me happy, but I'm not ... "Yes," he looked at my eyes with a grave face; his eyes were turning red. "Vera, I'm sorry, but I think you should know about it. In the past 3 years, I wasn't in a serious relationship because I was always moving. Maybe I'm selfish, but I couldn't help getting close to you." Silence ... my heart was aching. I could hear it breaking into pieces, but tears were not rolling down on my cheeks cos' I'm still not used to crying in front of people. "What do you say?" "I still want to spend time with you, even just for several months." Perchance it's really silly to do that, but what else can I do to get back my love for him. I dunno ...
People always wish to have the superpower to tell the future, but sometimes it's not so good ... I know the pain I'm going through will last long.
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