Saturday, September 5, 2015

Ideal love

     I do and I love each other. He is very wealthy home, my house was very poor. But I'm not an ordinary girl, little. I am a strong girl, confident and ambitious. Because there is also little bravery, to his mother wants me to work for his family's company. But in her eyes, I still have many shortcomings to be able to become a good manager. But his mother said he would train me more.

      He had to learn the talent to America could inherit the family business. It is also a condition for the two of us are allowed to marry the mother made. You know, just for you, I can rush into the flames. But when he was in his land discernment, he does not want me to live among strangers. Although I loved, and respected them. And you know, I capital is free iron bird, hovering between sky familiar. I too love the freedom of myself. Perhaps, I would not be me if I embrace the world of his family at the time. Moreover, both I and he needs to learn a lot, to be able to become the boss, good boss.
      So, we've broken up. I continue to make ideal and its dream. How about you go to a foreign country to work and study. We are together, hugging each other, we give each other sweet kisses and hot. When parting, we do not promise anything together. But in the depths of our eyes, in our heart there are thousands of thousands promise to love each other throughout their lives. But we're not saying that at all. Because it is a normal job, and sure. Why we must say that, when we are really in the shadow of another heart. Why must promise, when we know for sure that we will forever belong together. Whether we were together or far apart.
       Time passes very quickly. Transient one was 5 years. I am and what I do not keep in touch. My life has met many difficulties. But I have not given up his dream to get rich. These days I see him miss. I see the need to have him in the side. I've realized that I really loved him. I'll walk through every barrier between you two to have him for life. Then it'd happen, why. But where are you? I know where to find him? And furthermore, I have no money. But I miss him every day. I really love you ...
      Date lapse. The project I pursued during last 3 years have been partners accepted. And I began to have a very high income and stable from it. On foreign partners to transfer money to me. I had to go to the capital, where my bank branch to open an account to receive money. For now, I'm living in the suburbs, from downtown 40 km. And I met him there. He is also the bank transfer procedures for niece studying the United States. New England home for 2 weeks, and also to find how to contact me. Because right now, he needs time to adapt to the social environment, and busy with the takeover of the business part of the family. He bought a lot of gifts for me. All these anniversaries in 5 years, you are buying a gift for me. But he never sent. So he let me free choice of spouse. I do not need to force yourself to wait him for the past 5 years. Wait for me 5 years, also means that I will be 32 years old when. It was a challenge too big for a normal girl with a normal love. 5 years with so many changes, when each person in a different sky, each had a completely different life. He must do it alone. I do not blame him because he makes no promises, no contact with me for 5 years. But he said that day, when you return home, though I am the wife of someone, and I gave birth to many children for him, then he was robbed me again! ...
       Now the fun too then. Over the past 5 years, I have never held hands with a boy. I have never accepted the understanding with anyone. Although there are many people who introduce children, grandchildren, friends, me, you tell me. And there was another reason for us to be apart? My friend and I were holding hands and stalked off to the Hall. We both loved and swore live together forever before the altar Princess and everyone to the wedding. Now we've got a perfect happiness in each other's arms while!
                                                                                     Author: Pham Thi Hoi

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