
| Bonjour!  Strive for your dreams, Work hard to get what you like, Otherwise you'll be forced to just like what you get. Tagboard   | ! ! true love story  (p2) ! !  "Why are you staring off into space??"                        He loved to pull on my hair. "You're so ugly when you're                        doing nothing. But you're also not pretty when you smile."                        In other words, I'm really ugly. "You're the one who's ugly!" I pull back my hair.                        "If you think I'm so ugly, why do you visit me??" "Can't help it. My home is right next to your home."                        He argued. "Then I'll move!" The next day, I drew a line                        in the ground using some white chalk. A line that I forbid                        him to cross. That year, we were both in the 5th grade. We couldn't stand                        each other and hoped the other would move away. But 5 years                        passed, and neither of us moved. Not only that, we got into                        the same high school and into the same class. "You're that infamous couple." All the students                        and teachers in the school would say whenever they saw us. "We're not!" I always tried to explain. "We're                        only neighbors." At that time, I hated my parents for                        making us live next to him. "My standard is not that low." He would say. "Who wants her to be a girlfriend?? It's not like I don't have eyes." "Yes, I know your eyes are on top of your head."                        I really disliked him. "Better than having eyes on                        the bottom of my head like you." He implied that I                        couldn't judge guys. At that time, I had a crush on a senior. I didn't think that his sarcasm had a hidden meaning. After                        a while, I found out that the senior student had lots of                        girlfriends. When I cried about it, he silently passed me                        a handkerchief and awkwardly held me in his arms. "I told you he wasn't any good." He roughly comforted                        me. I cried in his arms the whole night, and began to see                        him in a different way. Things began to change between us.                        We still fought all the time, but he started to look at                        me differently. And I blushed and my heart beat faster when                        he was near. We both knew: we fell in love with each other. Even with this knowledge, neither of us said anything.                        Even though we would not be able to resist and kissed each other constantly. Even though we cared about each other's every moves. Both of us refused to admit our love. Time flew by quickly, and it was time to face separation.                        I chose to study medicine, and he chose physics. Yet we                        still couldn't separate from each other. Our parents worried                        that we didn't know anyone in Taipei, so they forced us                        to live in the same apartment building. Once again, we became                        neighbors. We still fought, but sometimes we fought into                        the bedroom. Alright, we became lovers, but we still wouldn't                        say we loved each other. We didn't even spend Valentine's                        Day together until he saw me share dinner with a man one                        Valentine's Day. That night, he waited for me in front of                        my door and said that he would take me out to dinner on                        Valentine's Day from then on. I have to say that he was                        very arrogant. But I nodded and accepted his request. Since                        then, we spent every Valentine's Day together. After graduation,                        I became an intern. He started a small computer company                        with some friends and became a programmer. We were busy                        with our own lives and had no time for a relationship. Three                        years later, I became a doctor, and his business began to                        boom. We separately moved to bigger apartments and stopped being neighbors. On the surface, we left each other. In reality, we were still together. We spent every Valentine's Day together but each year became more dreary than the next because he never told me he loved me even with all my hints. Facing the empty in-box, I suddenly grew very angry. He                        wouldn't say it and wouldn't send me a card. What did he                        mean? Who did he think I was? I called his cell phone. "Hello." He picked up the phone. "I didn't receive the card." I immediately showed                        my displeasure. "You didn't receive it?" He seemed really busy.                        "But I sent it." He was really busy but I didn't care. "I didn't receive                        it. Send it again." "Okay, I'll send you 100 times. Is that good enough??"                        He said with impatience. His tone further infuriated me.                        Is that how lovers speak to each other? "Don't bother sending it to me. And you don't have                        to pick me up tonight. I'll eat dinner by myself." "Don't be childish, ok? I'm really busy." "I AM childish!" I hung up the phone and tears                        rolled down my cheeks. Childish?? Why didn't he consider the situation? We've                        gone out for so many years and spent countless Valentine's                        Day together. I never received any flowers nor cards from                        him. Now, I just want a little e-card. Is that too much                        to ask for?? I unplugged the phone from the wall and turned off my cell                        phone. I didn't want to hear his explanations. After I returned                        to the hospital, I instructed the receptionist not to forward                        me any phone calls. I wanted to concentrate on work. Because there were so many emergencies today, I was sweating                        1 hour later and forgot about our argument. "Dr. Shu, please take a look at that patient." As I was collecting my equipment, the shrill sound of an                        ambulance sounded outside the ER. When I stepped out the                        door, the emergency medics hurriedly wheeled in a gurney. "What happened to him?" I asked the 1st medic.                        Everyone else were trying to help put the patient on the                        gurney. He was covered with blood. 
 "Car accident." The medic replied. "Very                        serious. He may die." I nodded and ran to the operating room with them. When                        I arrived, the nurses told me that the man had already stopped                        breathing and also his heartbeat also stopped "Prepare for shock." I calmly instructed the                        nurses. Saving people is our duty. We can't lose our calm. But when I saw who laid on the operating table, I lost                        my calm. That person was my boyfriend! Labels: YAYA DAX BURUNG HANTU |