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There's a boy who grew on his colleage, but she never knew that. Both of them worked in the same office.
The boy was shy, and ineloquent. He didn't know how to let the girl know that.
Majoring in science, he had been obcessed with the technology, and hardly could scrap together any impressive romantic words for love letter to the girl.
The town was located in the middle of nowhere. There was even not a single florist's, hence he even couldn't follow the cinematic convention about sending roses to their lovely girls. And he was so timid that he daren't say "I love you" to the girl.
There must have been not a glimmer of hope for the boy. Unexpectedly they knotted their ties one year later. People wondered how the boy approached it successfully.
He said, " Every morning aftering arriving at the office, I cleaned her desk, and then fixed her favorite green tea. Knowing she had a stomachache, I often put some medicines for her on her desk. At the beginning, she had no idea who had been doing those for her. As the time went on, she finally got to know. That's it. "
The story reminds me of the word - romance. It would be romantic to write some love letters, or to send 99 roses to the one you love. I am not sure whether those things sound romantic or not, such as to clean the desk, to buy medicine for the someone you love.
There are not any set modes when it comes to romance. Perhaps the genuine romance is the sincere care and devotion, which are the most wonderful flower kindled by the flame of life.
[ Last edited by ilearnabc at 2010-8-5 07:42 PM ]