| Tearing apart 2001/09/07 09:33:40 |
| she hanged up the phone... looking at her movado watch.. it said 7:45. it was about time to go to work now. but.. then she looked at her cell phone again.. she pressed *86 to erase her caller id then she dialed the usual # again. the other side of the line picked up the phone. but instead of saying "hello", he sighed... after a long pause during which she was just about to hang up the phone, he had finally spoken. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ it has been more then 10 months since she does this routine phone calls to him. she started to call him secretly when she was seeing him. she called him just because she wanted to listen to his voice... or perhaps to make sure he was alone. she never felt secure with him. there were always tons of calls from different girls to him all the time. even though she knew there were nothing going on between him and them, she still felt she will be replaced by other girls anytime if she failed to satisfied him in anyway. he was way to special. not that he was way to handsome like those model in girl's magazine. he was just ok looking but he is taller then most of the asian guys she had ever dated. he looked like he should have been a poet or a college professor. he looked very quiet, but yet when he spoke.. he could normally catch people's attention.. especially girls. he paid attention to details. and he was way too good at interpreting what was in one's mind. she never knew she would have fallen in love with him. there were always tons of guys surrounding her and he was not super rich nor great looking. he caught her attention in the beginning by his near prefect mandarin.. but not exactly the same way as those spoken in beijin. he could have been a dj in a chinese radio station with his voice; pretty soft and mellow. but by those special wording that he used.. she could tell he was from taiwan. she could not remember quietly how they started to talk to each other. all she could have remembered was his eyes.. behind those pair of glasses, they seemed to know exactly how she felt and thought. she felt totally naked in front of him... yet it was just so comfortable to be covered by his attention. then she madly felt in love with him without she even knew how. but he kept his own pace on everything, including their relationship. he never rushed anything at all but yet when he decided to get things done, it would be done in such an amazing speed yet it would seemed like no efforts had been spent on doing them. just like how she felt in love with him; she never knew exactly if he had ever followed him or after her but before she ever realized it.. she knew she would not be able to be happy in a day without seeing him. |
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