| A Tiffany Bracelet |
I had even imagined thousands of times that met somebody twice in a sunny afternoon. However, later year after year, I became desperate in this illusion. Maybe Montblanc it was my destiny that stone would not have love with gold. I am a Tiffany Bracelet bunched by ten stones. Years ago, when he sent me to her, she smiled nicely and looked at me for a long time. I am the witness of their love. He said he was poor but he had a heart that would never change like the stone. Then she smiled with tears in her eyes. I regarded this as a lifetime promise. I was singing and car care dancing on her white wrist and praying for their love. She always gently touched me with her left hand with happiness. I considered that love is just that you can not help smiling when you think about somebody. Then she met him, the man who could pick up her to work and go home by car. Also she accepted his kindness and hug. At that moment, I felt my heart hurt and puzzled because I began to doubt the weakness of love when it is in front of money.Then she left the man with who ever she promised she will not leave him no matter how poor they wow gold would be. In fact, it was not hardship and poorness that separated them, but money and benefit. Whatever, she never abandoned me and cried in front of me for many nights. I knew actually she still loved the man but couldn’t get together any more. At least, I was moved by her tears.
I met him at that sunny afternoon in the tiffany jewelry shop. She chose that expensive and rare platinic gold ring and the man wore it on her finger. That was the first we met and I called him Gold. I knew what love in the first time .meant that day. Gold looked down at me Tiffany Bracelet proudly and asked, “Who are you?” His delicacy and nobility made me feel self-contempted but with longing. “I am a bracelet.” I answered shyly. He just nodded but never look at me again.I began sleepless for the whole night. I looked at Tiffany Ring quietly while he was giving out the beautiful light under the moon light. However, I became pale after I lost my light. I was longing for one day I could be very close with him. Even one second was enough. However, there was always the handback between us. It seemed that it was impossible for us to get together. Sometimes, when he felt car wash bored, he would talk with me about how proud he was when he was in the jewelry shop. He was expensive and better than those vulgar gold there. I had not such proud history so I talked him about the love I witnessed between the woman and her ex boyfriend. He shaked his head and said his idea about love, “To love, equal in social status is the most important.” I was speechless. “Equal in social status”, what a cruel phrase. It almost broke my dream for love. But I also knew that was just the truth.I was always trying to tell him that I loved him so much that I could die for him. While I had no courage and equal in social status became a forever wound in my heart.
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| jyfxmma 发表于 2009/6/30 14:51:00 阅读全文 | 回复(0) | 引用通告 | 编辑 | 收藏该日志 |
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