Just separated with Blue, Blue is a very nice girl, beautiful and gentle. Manyfriends said that I was a fool to let her go. Even though it was hard, I stillhad to let her go.
The 1st day Using her blanket and covering herself tightly, she didn’t get up. Her dormmates were afraid to go in and comfort her. She didn’t eat anything the wholeday, didn’t wash her face or brush her teeth. At night, I could hear her cryingbeneath the blanket.
The 2nd day She ate today, forced down by her roommates. Her eyes were red. I always calledher “Cry baby”. She always squirmed her mouth and retorted: “No, I’m not.”
The 3rd day Today, she dressed very sexy, walked into a bar and drank a lot of alcohol.Using tempting moves, she surveyed the room. Many men came up to herand flirted with her telling her how beautiful she was. She drank a lotmore. When a much older man, old enough to be her father, walked up and said:“Miss, let me take you home,” she splashed her drink onto his face. As theolder man got ready to slap her, Mu showed up and saved Blue. I know all thisbecause I was watching from a corner in the bar.
The 4th day Today, she got up really early. After busying around all morning, she lockedherself inside the bathroom. When her roommates opened the door, they wereamazed: “So clean.”
The 5th day She began studying. She had done very well in school before. However, when wegot together, her grades deteriorated. It is good to focus on something else asit will improve recovery.
Three months later She became president of the Student Union. She is becoming more and moreable. She also becomes more open. Soon, she will need to prepare for graduateschool.
One year later. There are many men beside her, many who are better than me. She never takesnotice of them, but she gets along with Ling very well. There are rumors aboutthem in school. She treats him like an elder brother, but rumor cannot beblocked.
Three years later She isgetting married. The groom is Ling. She is writing wedding invitations. Aftershe wrote one, two, and three … 12th card, she bent over the desk and tearsfell down uncontrollably. I stepped forward and saw that on all theinvitations, the groom’s name was mine.
I want to cry too, but ghost cannot cry. I do not have any tears.
Three years ago, when I was carrying her birthday cake crossing a street, a carcrashed into me.