Great Deal Guy

                What made things simply happened? We never knew it. Those seemed so small as two hearts met. We then met. We’re out of town. We’re lovers. We made Christmas Tree was still a little decorated after Christmas. Our wishes were listed on papers.

                “I have a question to myself that I’m afraid to ask,” said I.

                “What question is it?” ask him.

                I wrote some words on a sheet of heart shaped paper, then gave it to him.

                “Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. –The Princess Bridge, William Goldman-“ red him.

                “I guess I have to change the question. Why could this be?” asked me then.

                “Do you want to know why?” asked him back. I nodded my head. He wrote to me. I took his paper.

                “I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. –The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho-“ red me.

                “What’s next I wrote him? He started reading it merrily.

                “I love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my Baby … you’ll be. –Love You Forever, Robert Munsch-“ red him.

                “I couldn’t find the reason. I don’t know why, but I do,” told me.

                We held hands and hung the heart shaped papers on Christmas Tree’s twigs. Under a big spruce tree had still grown well as ever-Christmas Tree, we promised we never left to each other. I needed him.

                “Do you think it was beautiful?” asked him.

                “Yeah, uh-huh!” answered me, voiced “that wish ever”.

                “I like us doing this way. What a beautiful life!” told him.

                That was February 27^th, 2016. We, Khrisma and Jacob Blunt missed Valentine’s Day, but we had a package of wishes. We chased the bus to go back in town. We then arrived in town, but we missed the bus home. We spent the night on the street. We walked down the lane merrily, sometimes held hands.

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                I didn’t think that was too soon to ask him to go outside at 10 AM. We’re lovers. Was that a matter? We could have fun on the weekend. I let him choose where we spent our weekend. He parked his car that brought us there on the bridge pavement.

                “Why should we stop here, on the bridge?” asked me.

                “Look! It’s great to see the river view here,” answered him.

                “What bridges us, you and me? We live miles apart,” asked me again.

                “Love bridges the distance between us, Khris!” answered him again.

                “We’re now just twelve inches space. What is still bridging us?” asked me then.

                “I guess this is it,” answered him with a nice smile.

                We stood face to face and held hands.                    

                “What’s that? Is it that other “bridge”? What should we call it?” asked me again.

                “Hmm, let’s call it French Wish!” told him.

                I nodded my head. He smiled.

                “If this woman in front of you asked how you loved her, what would you say, Jake?” asked me.

                “I loved her against reason, against promise, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. –Great Expectation, Charles Dickens-“ told him.

                “This is the first time I come here,” told me.

                “Yeah, lucky you!” said him.

                We both liked reading books. That’s why we’re still together. He held my shoulder. People around looked at us and passed us by with smiles. I never got bored doing such things with him. We just enjoyed the moment when we’re together. We believed in our love.

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