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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Let Me Love You

Once upon a time, there was once a guy who was very much in love with his girl. This romantic guy folded 1000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small executive in his company, his future doesn’t seem too bright, but it doesn’t mind, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she would going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so let’s go their own ways there and then…… heartbroken, the guy agreed.
When he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, just to make something out of himself. Finally with all these hard work and with the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company.
“You never fail until you stop trying,” he always told himself. “I must make it in life!”
One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn’t take him long to realize those were his ex-girlfriend’s parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury saloon. He wanted them to know that he wasn’t the same anymore, he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He made it in life!
Before the guy can realize, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and he got out his car and followed them…. and he saw his ex-girlfriend, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone… and he saw his precious paper cranes in a bottle placed beside her tomb. Her parents saw him. He walked over and asked them why this had happened. They explained that she didn’t leave for France at all. She was stricken ill with cancer. In her heart, she had believed that he will make it someday, but she didn’t want her illness to be his obstacle… therefore she had chosen to leave him.
She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him. The guy just wept. But suddenly, a big thunder attacked him and…. He died.
A few minute in a very-darkness place. This guy tried to call his ex-girlfriend, he called her very loudly but, he got nothing. Suddenly, a very-bright light came to him which dazzled him. When he can saw anything again, the first thing that he saw is…. His ex-girlfriend. It made him felt shocked and then he asked her where they were and she explained that… they were in heaven.
Finally the guy realized that he has died but he was very happy because he could meet his ex-girlfriend for the second time and finally, they lived happily ever after.

Based on 15 Senior High School of Surabaya’s English Exam with a Few Change.

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