不诉离殇

Finally I showed him the “late birthday present” which been deserted for about five days——thanks to his almighty APPLE. 

Sometimes I got somewhat soared at his laptop ,it’s just not helping me! When it comes to chatting ,his QQ doesn’t work, worse still ,my MSN is not available. But the worst staff is his apple can’t even open a Powerpoint!

Anyway, it provides us a chance of face-to-face togetherness.

He sent me a short message first: “I will walk to the art college now to pick up my motorcycle then I will have dinner. Would you like to join me or would you prefer to continue watching TV?”

It’s the very first time he composed such a long “short” message! He has some characteristics like all the other artists do, kind of sluggish(it can be seen through his messy single apartment); have no orderly time table(he kept on complaining that he didn’t get enough sleep while at the same time stayed up into the late evenings——that’s why I suffered  sleepless nights——he used to checking his short messages at midnight and reply me ——after which I certainly can’t fall asleep again——keep on thinking of his charming look directly looked into my eyes, each time I became dazzled by his eyes.); yet he is careless. That tormented night in which I was facing two alternatives: try my best to forget him or continuing my absurd daydream.

I did try, deleted all the silly journals about him and compel myself to get rid off his enchanting look in my mind. But it just turned out to be in vain. I sent him a message and ended with styled him “careless sir”. He asked for my explanation, but god knows how can I unburden myself to him!

Time, all I need is time, waiting for him being fainting in my heart or impressed upon. When thinking of those staffs of thousands years’ away my head turn out totally blank or completely messy. Like Scarly’ s pet word: okay, I ’ll think about it tomorrow.

That dinner is not bad. I found myself not so awkward as earlier was and we did have a nice time. To my surprise he even talk to me about his family, he’s being the youngest son and his father passed away ten years ago and his career as a world citizen as well as an artist-----

But his asking me to play the attachment in the canteen in public made me sort of embarrassing. Those “Andy’s eyes ,eyes like a lake” are only for the very Andy. To my relief there were no acquaintance of mine and a few people there.

Recently I ve ploughed into knitting a scarf especially for him as a thanks giving gift. But I m really frustrating because of my poor skill, not a little slow.but never mind I am trying to be more skillful and hard work bear fruits ——I ve completed one third already!