Originally posted by krautfuher:
Sorry guys, I don't really know which forum might be
appropriate to post this but here goes... hope you like my story
Comments are most welcome!
If you guys don't mind, I will continue posting more stories
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[b]A Love
Story
When I was studying in Melbourne several years ago, I helped out my
uncle and auntie at their provision shop selling Asian foodstuffs
and sauces. Business was brisk as the location of the shop was near
a popular haunt among Asians. As such, we made good money and were
able to afford a reasonably sized house.
Among the regular customers was this pretty young girl which I came
to know as Kate. She was of Chinese-Vietnamese descent and arrived
in Melbourne several years ago when her parents left Vietnam in
search of a better life. Kate was about 20 years old and I found
out later that she was a student in one of the colleges around the
vicinity. She would come once in a couple of days to buy groceries
for her parents, sometimes accompanied by her mother. In no time I
was swooned over by her. My heart would break whenever she left the
store after shopping as I knew it would be another few days before
I see her again.
One day, Kate came to the store and hurriedly stocked up the things
she needed to get. I was looking forward to talking to her but
sensed her hurry and speeded up the cash register instead. Alas!
She forgot to bring her purse and was crestfallen when she
discovered it.
Its okay, I told her assuredly. You can pay me again the next
time you come again.
Her face lit up. Really? Im so sorry
I thought I had my purse
with me and Im in a rush for time. Im so sorry.
Its really okay. You owe me a coffee though. I laughed.
We became good friends after that incident. Our relationship
improved and we started going out for coffee, movies, shopping and
walks. I found Kate to be a very nice girl, very warm towards
people and kind hearted. She never had a bad word for anybody and
always kept her promises. She would encourage me whenever I did not
do well for tests, or played a bad game in my university rugby
matches. As she was not proficient in English, I would spend
Saturdays coaching her in the language and would afterwards test
her through instant messaging software such as ICQ or MSN. We would
spend many hours laughing at the things we typed.
Naturally, many guys sought after her and I felt worried for I am
neither rich nor not the best student in class, etc. Because of
this inferior complex, I never told her about my feelings as I
feared rejection, having tasted the pain of being turned away
previously.
One day, as we took a walk in a park, she asked me, Richard
what
do you think of me?
I told her I think very highly of her, and that I think she is a
very nice girl, very filial to parents and very kind hearted. I
added that I appreciate our friendship and, with a tremble, told
her that I wish I could spend everyday with her.
I am glad to hear that, she said with a smile.
The exams came and I spent whole days on end mugging, wanting to
show Kate that her encouragement could lead me to heights of
academic success. On the night before my last paper, Kate told me
over the phone that she had a surprise for me and looked forward to
seeing me in the provision shop, on the condition that I did well
for my paper. We laughed at our little joke.
The next day, I breezed through the last exam paper having been
buoyed by the prospect of meeting Kate and spending my holidays
with her. Also, I have decided to tell her about my feelings. After
the paper, I cycled furiously back to the shop.
Waiting for Kate? my uncle winked at me.
Er
ya Uncle. Has she come yet? I answered sheepishly while
panting.
See how anxious you are! I thought you couldnt wait to help me
with the shop! Now I know. my uncle laughed, his belly
shaking.
I waited, and waited. Hours passed, and there was no sign of
her.
The phone rang and my uncle picked it up. His face fell and grew
grim as the conversation went on. He replaced the phone back on the
table and turned to face me.
There is something that I need to tell you, Rich.
Is it Kate? Is she late?
Kate
will not be coming. She met with an accident
. Umm
My uncle placed his hand on my shoulder.
She was killed on the spot.
I couldn't believe what he said. My heart broke into a million
pieces and tears flooded my eyes and clouded my vision. Why is God
so unfair to us? Why did He not give us a chance to be together?
Why?
I couldnt really remember what happened next; all I fleetingly
remember was attending Kates funeral and seeing her beautiful
angelic face with her eyes closed lying in the coffin. I placed a
rose on her hands and smiled at her, telling her to rest well and
not be worried about anything anymore. As my tears rolled down my
cheeks, I could detect a faint smile on that angelic face.
In the weeks that came and flew by, I fell into the depths of
despondency. I would drink till I got myself drunk and spend whole
days thinking of Kate. I had no heart for anything else and stopped
going helping out at the shop. I would visit the places we went to
together in the past. Memories would come flooding back and I would
break down in tears. Despite my uncle and aunties efforts, they
could never rouse me back into the light hearted happy-go-lucky
person that I was before.
I cried myself to sleep every night, a bottle of whisky by my side
most nights. I couldnt get Kate out of my mind, and would fall
asleep mumbling her name. It was on one of such nights that I fell
asleep, the bottle slipping out of my hand and spilling its
alcoholic contents over the floor.
The night grew colder and I roused from my sleep. In my disheveled
state, I caught my own reflection in the mirror and laughed at my
pitiful self. What would Kate think of me if she saw me like this?
I did not care anymore, for she is no longer by my side.
Something moved out of the shadows. I lifted my head, and my eyes
met those of Kates. My heart melted. She looked as beautiful as
ever, albeit paler. I reached out my hand towards her
Kate
I really missed you
You got to pull yourself together, Richard Her voice drifted
across in faint plumes, seemingly from a far distant place.
Kate
why
I broke down again.
Things happen for a reason. You got to move on; you got to lead a
new life.
Kate
Whatever happens in future, I want you to know that I love you.
Though you have never told me the same, I can feel the love you
have for me. That is all I need.
Kate
I love you
I love you more than I ever thought I could
I
sobbed
She smiled, looking paler than ever. Your love, Richard
I will
cherish it forever. I cannot be around anymore, so you got to take
care
Goodbye.
As the smile lingered on her, she slowly faded away. I put out my
hand and grabbed only thin air. Had it been a dream? I pinched
myself and winced; it was not a dream at all.
As tears rolled down my cheek, I whispered my last goodbyes to
Kate, the love of my life.
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it made me so touched...thanks man