＂How much hardship have we suffered; how many tears were in our eyes; then we know sadness is the heritage of love. How many beds have you wandered around; how many times did you change your belief; then we can exchange our rings without hesitation. ＂ After the call with Barry, these lyrics as a lightning suddenly broke into my mind. And an acute pain stuck my heart. How many experiences of love a person should have, before he can get to the happiness?
In my girlhood, I once met a young man. With his sincerest love and generosity, he forgave and spoiled me. Unfortunately, after a fierce argument, I lost him; like a child incautiously broke a crystal plate, and never can let it recover.
Since then, my heart has been floating in the air. Through the mountains, across the rivers, by the seas, I don’t know where I can settle down.
＂The world is so big that I want to have a look at it. ＂ I wanted to see whether the world is big enough, and whether a new place full of joys and hopes was waiting for me. When I watched this world, I found a fact that no matter how big the world is, without someone’s concern, loneliness filled everywhere. But never is loneliness what I really want.
One day, a stranger talked with me on a website about learning English. He sent me a text, saying:＂Hopefully we can be good friends.＂I smiled, and added his Wechat account-I used to say the similar polite formulas. Afterwards, he often chatted with me on Wechat. I gradually found that he really regarded me as an important friend to get along with, and it was not just polite. This man is Barry. (Continuing…）
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