Vanity Fair and City III (53)

Being addicted to the wrong love is just like being addicted to the drug or alcohol. Not easy to quit. But finally, it may turn out to be an illusion or a memory.

Once, I lied that I would go to a blind date with a son of the land agent. He gave me best wishes ironically: “Come on! He is rich you must catch him!”

To my surprise, I made a confession immediately: “No, it was just a joke. I don’t want to catch a rich man. I want to find somebody who is as poor as me, and then we can trust each other, support each other and strive for the good life and good future together.”

Then I introduced Melanie to him. “She was born in a rich family. Her family has a splendid house and a modern car in Guangzhou. She needs a handsome boyfriend like you. Are you interested in her?”

“Wow! That will shorten the years to strive for a house and a car!” He claimed.

I pricked up my ears and asked as cautious as possible: “Would you want her phone number?”

“No, thanks.” He made a confession immediately. “I don’t want to catch a rich girl!”

“That’s right.” I was glad to hear that.

“I wish I can find the right feeling.” He said.

“What is it?” I might know what he wanted to say, but I just pretended to know nothing.

“That is, can trust each other, support each other and strive for the good life and good future together.”

He stole my words. But I don’t mind. He is good at doing, but not good at saying. From his blog, I can see that there are some grammar mistakes or wrong words. Oh how terrible. But at least, he is good at doing, and doing is more important than saying. A wise man once said: “Judge guys by their actions, not by their words.”

“Yes, that kind of relationship can last for longer time.” I agreed.

“Wait, it is Last For Ever.” He corrected me.

I know it is more like a drug or alcohol, but I just can’t quit, even though it is just the illusion or a memory.

Yea, the illusion or memory. Haven’t seen him for ages. Maybe I was wrong at the first beginning. I shouldn’t go to other city alone, and leave him so far away. Now what is in my brain is just the illusion. And have done a quiz and it shows that I am just a memory in the eyes of the old flame.

And days will only roll on and on. Once, I said he looks like my father, and he kept asking me to send him one or two of my father’s photos. He said he wanted to know how he looked like 20 years later. Later one friend sent me a link to a website which can show how you look like in 20 years later. I sent it to him.

I sent him the photo about how I looked like in 20 years later, which is predicted by that website, and then he sent me his. Well, 20 years, it is a long long time. But we have known each other for nearly 10 years, so 20 years is not as long as imagine. Well, 20 years later, according to that website, I will look younger than my real age, but him, from the photo he sent to me, I find that no matter how handsome he is now, he will look so old in 20 years later.

We laughed. Now matter how young we are now or how old we will be in 20 years later, we just face it objectively and positively. Nobody can avoid it. Life is limited and youth is short. The key is, we share some previous moments together, even though we are in our own separate city, far away.

And the problem is, while distance creates beauty, it also creates illusion.