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"You're the one who's ugly!" I pull back my hair.
"If you think I'm so ugly, why do you visit me??"
"Can't help it. My home is right next to your home."
He argued.
"Then I'll move!" The next day, I drew a line
in the ground using some white chalk. A line that I forbid
him to cross.
That year, we were both in the 5th grade. We couldn't stand
each other and hoped the other would move away. But 5 years
passed, and neither of us moved. Not only that, we got into
the same high school and into the same class.
"You're that infamous couple." All the students
and teachers in the school would say whenever they saw us.
"We're not!" I always tried to explain. "We're
only neighbors." At that time, I hated my parents for
making us live next to him.
"My standard is not that low." He would say. "Who
wants her to be a girlfriend?? It's not like I don't have
eyes."
"Yes, I know your eyes are on top of your head."
I really disliked him. "Better than having eyes on
the bottom of my head like you." He implied that I
couldn't judge guys. At that time, I had a crush on a senior.
I didn't think that his sarcasm had a hidden meaning. After
a while, I found out that the senior student had lots of
girlfriends. When I cried about it, he silently passed me
a handkerchief and awkwardly held me in his arms.
"I told you he wasn't any good." He roughly comforted
me. I cried in his arms the whole night, and began to see
him in a different way. Things began to change between us.
We still fought all the time, but he started to look at
me differently. And I blushed and my heart beat faster when
he was near. We both knew: we fell in love with each other.
Even with this knowledge, neither of us said anything.
Even though we would not be able to resist and kissed each
other constantly. Even though we cared about each other's
every moves. Both of us refused to admit our love.
Time flew by quickly, and it was time to face separation.
I chose to study medicine, and he chose physics. Yet we
still couldn't separate from each other. Our parents worried
that we didn't know anyone in Taipei, so they forced us
to live in the same apartment building. Once again, we became
neighbors. We still fought, but sometimes we fought into
the bedroom. Alright, we became lovers, but we still wouldn't
say we loved each other. We didn't even spend Valentine's
Day together until he saw me share dinner with a man one
Valentine's Day. That night, he waited for me in front of
my door and said that he would take me out to dinner on
Valentine's Day from then on. I have to say that he was
very arrogant. But I nodded and accepted his request. Since
then, we spent every Valentine's Day together. After graduation,
I became an intern. He started a small computer company
with some friends and became a programmer. We were busy
with our own lives and had no time for a relationship. Three
years later, I became a doctor, and his business began to
boom. We separately moved to bigger
apartments and stopped being neighbors. On the surface,
we left each other. In reality, we were still together.
We spent every Valentine's Day together but each year became
more dreary than the next because he never told me he loved
me even with all my hints.
Facing the empty in-box, I suddenly grew very angry. He
wouldn't say it and wouldn't send me a card. What did he
mean? Who did he think I was? I called his cell phone.
"Hello." He picked up the phone.
"I didn't receive the card." I immediately showed
my displeasure.
"You didn't receive it?" He seemed really busy.
"But I sent it."
He was really busy but I didn't care. "I didn't receive
it. Send it again."
"Okay, I'll send you 100 times. Is that good enough??"
He said with impatience. His tone further infuriated me.
Is that how lovers speak to each other?
"Don't bother sending it to me. And you don't have
to pick me up tonight.
I'll eat dinner by myself."
"Don't be childish, ok? I'm really busy."
"I AM childish!" I hung up the phone and tears
rolled down my cheeks.
Childish?? Why didn't he consider the situation? We've
gone out for so many years and spent countless Valentine's
Day together. I never received any flowers nor cards from
him. Now, I just want a little e-card. Is that too much
to ask for??
I unplugged the phone from the wall and turned off my cell
phone. I didn't want to hear his explanations. After I returned
to the hospital, I instructed the receptionist not to forward
me any phone calls. I wanted to concentrate on work.
Because there were so many emergencies today, I was sweating
1 hour later and forgot about our argument.
"Dr. Shu, please take a look at that patient."
As I was collecting my equipment, the shrill sound of an
ambulance sounded outside the ER. When I stepped out the
door, the emergency medics hurriedly wheeled in a gurney.
"What happened to him?" I asked the 1st medic.
Everyone else were trying to help put the patient on the
gurney. He was covered with blood.
"Car accident." The medic replied. "Very
serious. He may die."
I nodded and ran to the operating room with them. When
I arrived, the nurses told me that the man had already stopped
breathing and also his heartbeat also stopped
"Prepare for shock." I calmly instructed the
nurses. Saving people is our duty. We can't lose our calm.
But when I saw who laid on the operating table, I lost
my calm. That person was my boyfriend!
"No..." I stood in shock. "NO!!!" I
grabbed the paddles and continuously shocked his body. His
body bounced up and down from the shocks. The scared nurses
went to find another doctor, to tell him that I was crazy.
I didn't know if I was crazy or not. I just wanted to save
my lover. Even though we fought all the time. Even though
he never showed me his love. I still wanted to save him.
He still owed me a card. He couldn't die! I threw away the
paddles and began to press on his heart. I pressed with
all my strength, hoping it would revive him, but he didn't
wake up. He didn't even say "It hurts". He just
laid there with his eyes closed, punishing me with his silence.
Dr. Jian angrily pushed me away. By that time, I couldn't
see clearly anymore. I cried. I wailed. I bowled until no
sounds could come out of my mouth.
"It's too late, Dr. Shu. He's already dead. I'm sorry."
Dr. Jian patted me on the shoulder. They knew each other
and ate together once. I introduced them.
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