The World And I
Summer is romantic season. But I was extremely low-spirited at that time. There was no denying the fact that Mitsu and I parted lovers, leaving each other with feelings of melancholy and regret.
Mitsu is Japanese and worked as a clerk in a foreign-trade company in my town. We were both passionately in love and deeply attached to each other in those days.
It was hardly too much to say that Mitsu was a slender girl of more than average height with bright eyes and a face so striking that it bordered on the beautiful. It was her sentimental disposition I most appreciated.
Mitsu often invite me to go to the movies. It was only later that I realized that most of the films we had seen depicted exceedingly sentimental love stories and the affection and resentment of lovers; sometimes comedies, sometimes tragedies, and sometimes neither.
She always watched with growing fascination. Sometimes she could weep one moment and smile the next. This made me feel puzzled and put me at a loss.
Love is an everlasting topic. This is glaringly obvious in the movies. Most of the love films have a similar plot: At first the girl often seems indifferent and takes no notice of the boy just because of a little misunderstanding between them. As time goes on, the boy would repent of what he had done in order to make her come round.
Mitsu was once so excited by the plot that she said “This love story is perfect. The more she takes no notice of him, the more he panics. I feel quite pleased and satisfied with such a plot indeed.” At this time she whispered in my ear and asked: “Do you agree me?”
As a matter of fact I was really disgusted with such a worthless story. But I couldn’t bear to have her spirits dampened, so I chimed in with her: “It’s a great story!” After hearing that she snuggled up in my arms, beaming with satisfaction.
One day I called at Mitsu’s office to invite her to go to see a film with me. I was struck dumb when I pushed the door open. A boy and Mitsu were warmly embracing together. Mitsu jumped up in alarm at the sight of me while the boy looked very much embarrassed and turned his face subconsciously.
This almost drove me mad. Without a word, I turned around and strode off in a huff, no matter how Mitsu shouted herself hoarse.
I reached the height of depression at that time. Perhaps our mixed love was doomed to failure and the good dream could never come true . However, whenever I recalled the pleasant times we spent together, my mind was in a turmoil.
Maybe a sorrowful man has a great need for escape and condolence; in any case, I applied for a transfer. Then I left this town and moved to another city.
One year later, I intended to get married. My fiancee was a cashier in my company. The sorrowful past had gradually faded from my memory.
I turned to my hometown again for the marriage arrangements. My mother told me that Mitsu used to call her and inquire about me at times.
She also told me that there was a little misunderstanding between her and me: In fact Mitsu asked her woman colleague to dress up as a rival in love on purpose. In order to test me, she directed the whole play herself.
I was struck dumb by these words, and scenes from the past appeared before my eyes. She brought about a misunderstanding according to the film plot, and wanted me to express penitence for my rude attitude, but……
Immediately I thought of the topic we talked about and the fine-sounding words I swore. I felt a lot of regret at parting from her.
I felt so guilty that I dailed her phone number. Soon we saw each other for the last time. She looked a bit thin and pallid. She told me that she had planed to return to Japan and would leave very soon, but she was determined to explain everything to me personally before she set out.
I trembled with agitation. “What were you think of?” I asked her. “That trick hurt me hard. So I was quickly engaged to another girl to make up for the lack of affection.”
“I see,” she made a forced smile, “I only wanted to have a beautiful and romantic story like those films. I always assumed we loved each other and our love would last forever in spite of the mixed love.”
She looked up, eyes brimming with tears. “However, in the real world the beautiful story is always too short and a good dream is hard to make come true……”
My looked up, eyes brimming with tears. “However, in the real world the beautiful story is always too short and a good dream is hard to make come true…..”
My conscience stabbed me to the heart.
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