I did not know what happened with me
that day, because I was flying in the 7th sky thought about one
thing. That thing was love. Trusty saying, I became crazy, had been falling in
love. George Eliot said that "It is not true that love makes all things easy;
it makes us choose what is difficult” but I did not know until I read it. I was
so glad that moment when she said me good words. And, these words were
understood me only love. However, those words of love became hate for her. It
is true that I hated when she wrote last letter, if you imagine my reflex I
looked like Santa Claus which lose his presents. And, also all of these are
only life and time is people’s teacher, unfortunately it kills its pupil. Day
by day everything will be forgotten but my memory wasn’t changed why? I also
didn’t know and; nowadays, I haven’t understood.
Morning, oh early morning, down breaks
of the day, the scarlet shafts of sunrise...
Eventually, morning was come; silence of
the street signified that the day had not commenced yet. Voice of car’s motor
woke up me. I woke up then I started washing my face, cleaning my tooth and of
course I did not forget brush my hair with my comfortable comb.
"Oh, eventually it is morning” I said
myself thought about my plans for that day. But, firstly I might eat something
to stay healthy. ...
To be Continued /Story by M®T/0990.ucoz.com/23.04.2010
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