On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful Apri
OifulAprilm,onanarrowsidestreetinTokyosfashionableHarujukuneighborhood,Iwalkedpastthe100%perfectgirl.
Tellyouthetruth,shesnotthatgood-looking.Shedoesntstandoutinanyway.Herclothesarenothingspecial.Thebackofherhairisstillbentoutofshapefromsleep.Sheisntyouher-mustbehirty,notevenclosetoa"girl,"properlyspeaking.Butstill,Iknowfromfiftyyardsaway:Shesthe100%perfectgirlforme.ThemomentIseeher,theresarumblinginmychest,andmymouthisasdryasadesert.
Maybeyouhaveyourownparticularfavoritetypeofgirl-ohslimankles,say,eyes,racefulfingers,oryouredrawnfoodreasontogirlswhotaketheirtimewitheverymeal.Ihavemyownpreferences,ofcourse.SometimesiaurantIllcatchmyselfstaringatthegirlattheabletominebecauseIliketheshapeofhernose.
Butnoonesistthathis100%perfectgirlcorrespondtosomepreceivedtype.MuchasIlikenoses,Itrecalltheshapeofhers-orevenifshehadone.AllIrememberforsureisthatshewasbeauty.Itsweird.
"YesterdayoreetIpassedthe100%girl,"Itellsomeone.
"Yeah?"hesays."Good-looking?"
"Notreally."
"Yourfavoritetype,then?"
"Idontknow.Itseemtorememberanythingabouther-theshapeofhereyesorthesizeofherbreasts."
"Strange."
"Yeah.Strange."
"Soanyhow,"hesays,alreadybored,"whatdidyoudo?Talktoher?Followher?"
"Nah.Justpassedheroreet."
Sheswalkiowest,aoeast.ItsareallyniceAprilm.
WishIcouldtalktoher.Halfanhourwouldbeplenty:justaskheraboutherself,tellheraboutmyself,and-whatIdreallyliketodo-explaiheplexitiesoffatethathaveledtoourpassingeachotheronasidestreetinHarajukuoifulAprilmin1981.Thiswassomethingsuretobecrammedfullofwarmsecrets,likeanantiqueclockbuildwhenpeacefilledtheworld.
Aftertalking,wedhavelunewhere,maybeseeaWoodyAllenmovie,stopbyahotelbarforcocktails.Withanykindofluck,wemightendupinbed.
Potentialityknothedoorofmyheart.
Nowthedistaweenushasnarrowedtofifteenyards.
Hoproachher?WhatshouldIsay?
"Go,miss.Doyouthinkyoucouldsparehalfanhourforalittleversation?"
Ridiculous.Idsoundlikeaninsurancesalesman.
"Pardowouldyouhappentoknowifthereisanall-nightersintheneighborhood?"
No,thisisjustasridiculous.Imnotcarryinganylaundry,forohing.Whosgoingtobuyalinelikethat?
Maybethesimpletruthwoulddo."Go.Youarethe100%perfectgirlforme."
No,shewouldntbelieveit.Orevenifshedid,shemightnotwanttotalktome.Sorry,shecouldsay,Imightbethe100%perfectgirlforyou,butyourenotthe100%boyforme.Itcouldhappen.AndifIfoundmyselfinthatsituation,Idprobablygotopieces.Idneverrecoverfromtheshock.Imthirty-two,andthatswhatgrowingolderisallabout.
Wepassinfrontofaflowershop.Asmall,warmairmasstouchesmyskin.Theasphaltisdamp,andIcatchthestofroses.Itbringmyselftospeaktoher.Shewearsawhitesweater,andinherrighthandsheholdsacrispwhiteenvelopelagonlyastamp.So:Sheswrittensomebodyaletter,maybespentthewholenightwriting,tojudgefromthesleepylookinhereyes.Theenvelopecouldtaineverysecretsheseverhad.
Itakeafewmorestridesandturn:Sheslostinthecrowd.
Now,ofcourse,IklywhatIshouldhavesaidtoher.Itwouldhavebeenalongspeech,though,fartoolongformetohavedelivereditproperly.TheideasIeupwithareneververypractical.
Oh,well.Itwouldhavestarted"Onceuponatime"andended"Asadstory,dontyouthink?"
Onceuponatime,therelivedaboyandagirl.Theboywaseighteenandthegirlsixteen.Hewasnotunusuallyhandsome,andshewasnotespeciallybeautiful.Theywerejustanordinarylonelyboyandanordinarylonelygirl,likealltheothers.Buttheybelievedwiththeirwholeheartsthatsomewhereintheworldtherelivedthe100%perfectboyandthe100%perfectgirlforthem.Yes,theybelievedinamiracle.Andthatmiracleactuallyhappened.
Ohetoneachotherontheerofastreet.
"Thisisamazing,"hesaid."Ivebeenlookingforyouallmylife.Youmaynotbelievethis,butyourethe100%perfectgirlforme."
"Andyou,"shesaidtohim,"arethe100%perfectboyforme,exactlyasIdpicturedyouineverydetail.Itslikeadream."
Theysatonaparkbench,heldhands,andtoldeachothertheirstorieshourafterhour.Theywerenotlonelyanymore.Theyhadfoundandbeenfoundbytheir100%perfectother.Whatawonderfulthingitistofindandbefoundbyyour100%perfectother.Itsamiracle,aicmiracle.
Astheysatandtalked,however,atiny,tinysliverofdoubttookrootintheirhearts:Wasitreallyallrightforonesdreamstoetruesoeasily?
Andso,whentherecameamomentarylullintheirversation,theboysaidtothegirl,"Letstestourselves-justonce.Ifwereallyareeachothers100%perfectlovers,theime,somewhere,wewillmeetagainwithoutfail.Ahathappens,andweknowthatwearethe100%perfees,wellmarrythenandthere.Whatdoyouthink?"
"Yes,"shesaid,"thatisexactlywhatweshoulddo."
Andsotheyparted,shetotheeast,ahewest.
Thetesttheyhadagreedupon,however,wasutterlyunnecessary.Theyshouldneverhaveuakenit,becausetheyreallyandtrulywereeachothers100%perfectlovers,anditwasamiraclethattheyhadevermet.Butitossibleforthemtoknowthis,youngastheywere.Thecold,indifferentwavesoffateproceededtotossthemunmercifully.
Oer,boththeboyandthegirlcamedownwiththeseasonsterribleinluenza,andafterdriftingforweeksbetweenlifeaheylostallmemoryoftheirearlieryears.Whentheyawoke,theirheadstyastheyoungD.H.Lawrencespiggybank.
Theyweretwht,determinedyoungpeople,however,andthroughtheiruingeffortstheywereabletoacquireonceagaintheknowledgeandfeelingthatqualifiedthemtoreturnasfull-fledgedmembersofsociety.Heavenbepraised,theybecametrulyupstandingcitizenswhoknewhowtotransferfromonesubwaylioanother,whowerefullycapableofsendingaspecial-deliveryletteratthepostoffideed,theyevenexperiencedloveagain,sometimesasmuchas75%oreven85%love.
Timepassedwithshogswiftness,andsoontheboywasthirty-two,thegirlthirty.
OifulAprilm,insearchofacupofcoffeetostarttheday,theboywaswalkingfromwesttoeast,whilethegirl,intendingtosendaspecial-deliveryletter,waswalkingfromeasttowest,butalongthesamenarrowstreetintheHarajukuneighborhoodofTokyo.Theypassedeachotherintheveryterofthestreet.Thefaigleamoftheirlostmemlimmeredforthebriefestmomentintheirhearts.Eachfeltarumblingintheirchest.Andtheyknew:
Sheisthe100%perfectgirlforme.
Heisthe100%perfectboyforme.
Buttheglowoftheirmemorieswasfartooweak,ahoughtsnolongerhadtheclarityoffouteenyearsearlier.Withoutaword,theypassedeachother,disappearingintothecrowd.Forever.
Asadstory,dontyouthink?
Yes,thatsit,thatiswhatIshouldhavesaidtoher.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
Tellyouthetruth,shesnotthatgood-looking.Shedoesntstandoutinanyway.Herclothesarenothingspecial.Thebackofherhairisstillbentoutofshapefromsleep.Sheisntyouher-mustbehirty,notevenclosetoa"girl,"properlyspeaking.Butstill,Iknowfromfiftyyardsaway:Shesthe100%perfectgirlforme.ThemomentIseeher,theresarumblinginmychest,andmymouthisasdryasadesert.
Maybeyouhaveyourownparticularfavoritetypeofgirl-ohslimankles,say,eyes,racefulfingers,oryouredrawnfoodreasontogirlswhotaketheirtimewitheverymeal.Ihavemyownpreferences,ofcourse.SometimesiaurantIllcatchmyselfstaringatthegirlattheabletominebecauseIliketheshapeofhernose.
Butnoonesistthathis100%perfectgirlcorrespondtosomepreceivedtype.MuchasIlikenoses,Itrecalltheshapeofhers-orevenifshehadone.AllIrememberforsureisthatshewasbeauty.Itsweird.
"YesterdayoreetIpassedthe100%girl,"Itellsomeone.
"Yeah?"hesays."Good-looking?"
"Notreally."
"Yourfavoritetype,then?"
"Idontknow.Itseemtorememberanythingabouther-theshapeofhereyesorthesizeofherbreasts."
"Strange."
"Yeah.Strange."
"Soanyhow,"hesays,alreadybored,"whatdidyoudo?Talktoher?Followher?"
"Nah.Justpassedheroreet."
Sheswalkiowest,aoeast.ItsareallyniceAprilm.
WishIcouldtalktoher.Halfanhourwouldbeplenty:justaskheraboutherself,tellheraboutmyself,and-whatIdreallyliketodo-explaiheplexitiesoffatethathaveledtoourpassingeachotheronasidestreetinHarajukuoifulAprilmin1981.Thiswassomethingsuretobecrammedfullofwarmsecrets,likeanantiqueclockbuildwhenpeacefilledtheworld.
Aftertalking,wedhavelunewhere,maybeseeaWoodyAllenmovie,stopbyahotelbarforcocktails.Withanykindofluck,wemightendupinbed.
Potentialityknothedoorofmyheart.
Nowthedistaweenushasnarrowedtofifteenyards.
Hoproachher?WhatshouldIsay?
"Go,miss.Doyouthinkyoucouldsparehalfanhourforalittleversation?"
Ridiculous.Idsoundlikeaninsurancesalesman.
"Pardowouldyouhappentoknowifthereisanall-nightersintheneighborhood?"
No,thisisjustasridiculous.Imnotcarryinganylaundry,forohing.Whosgoingtobuyalinelikethat?
Maybethesimpletruthwoulddo."Go.Youarethe100%perfectgirlforme."
No,shewouldntbelieveit.Orevenifshedid,shemightnotwanttotalktome.Sorry,shecouldsay,Imightbethe100%perfectgirlforyou,butyourenotthe100%boyforme.Itcouldhappen.AndifIfoundmyselfinthatsituation,Idprobablygotopieces.Idneverrecoverfromtheshock.Imthirty-two,andthatswhatgrowingolderisallabout.
Wepassinfrontofaflowershop.Asmall,warmairmasstouchesmyskin.Theasphaltisdamp,andIcatchthestofroses.Itbringmyselftospeaktoher.Shewearsawhitesweater,andinherrighthandsheholdsacrispwhiteenvelopelagonlyastamp.So:Sheswrittensomebodyaletter,maybespentthewholenightwriting,tojudgefromthesleepylookinhereyes.Theenvelopecouldtaineverysecretsheseverhad.
Itakeafewmorestridesandturn:Sheslostinthecrowd.
Now,ofcourse,IklywhatIshouldhavesaidtoher.Itwouldhavebeenalongspeech,though,fartoolongformetohavedelivereditproperly.TheideasIeupwithareneververypractical.
Oh,well.Itwouldhavestarted"Onceuponatime"andended"Asadstory,dontyouthink?"
Onceuponatime,therelivedaboyandagirl.Theboywaseighteenandthegirlsixteen.Hewasnotunusuallyhandsome,andshewasnotespeciallybeautiful.Theywerejustanordinarylonelyboyandanordinarylonelygirl,likealltheothers.Buttheybelievedwiththeirwholeheartsthatsomewhereintheworldtherelivedthe100%perfectboyandthe100%perfectgirlforthem.Yes,theybelievedinamiracle.Andthatmiracleactuallyhappened.
Ohetoneachotherontheerofastreet.
"Thisisamazing,"hesaid."Ivebeenlookingforyouallmylife.Youmaynotbelievethis,butyourethe100%perfectgirlforme."
"Andyou,"shesaidtohim,"arethe100%perfectboyforme,exactlyasIdpicturedyouineverydetail.Itslikeadream."
Theysatonaparkbench,heldhands,andtoldeachothertheirstorieshourafterhour.Theywerenotlonelyanymore.Theyhadfoundandbeenfoundbytheir100%perfectother.Whatawonderfulthingitistofindandbefoundbyyour100%perfectother.Itsamiracle,aicmiracle.
Astheysatandtalked,however,atiny,tinysliverofdoubttookrootintheirhearts:Wasitreallyallrightforonesdreamstoetruesoeasily?
Andso,whentherecameamomentarylullintheirversation,theboysaidtothegirl,"Letstestourselves-justonce.Ifwereallyareeachothers100%perfectlovers,theime,somewhere,wewillmeetagainwithoutfail.Ahathappens,andweknowthatwearethe100%perfees,wellmarrythenandthere.Whatdoyouthink?"
"Yes,"shesaid,"thatisexactlywhatweshoulddo."
Andsotheyparted,shetotheeast,ahewest.
Thetesttheyhadagreedupon,however,wasutterlyunnecessary.Theyshouldneverhaveuakenit,becausetheyreallyandtrulywereeachothers100%perfectlovers,anditwasamiraclethattheyhadevermet.Butitossibleforthemtoknowthis,youngastheywere.Thecold,indifferentwavesoffateproceededtotossthemunmercifully.
Oer,boththeboyandthegirlcamedownwiththeseasonsterribleinluenza,andafterdriftingforweeksbetweenlifeaheylostallmemoryoftheirearlieryears.Whentheyawoke,theirheadstyastheyoungD.H.Lawrencespiggybank.
Theyweretwht,determinedyoungpeople,however,andthroughtheiruingeffortstheywereabletoacquireonceagaintheknowledgeandfeelingthatqualifiedthemtoreturnasfull-fledgedmembersofsociety.Heavenbepraised,theybecametrulyupstandingcitizenswhoknewhowtotransferfromonesubwaylioanother,whowerefullycapableofsendingaspecial-deliveryletteratthepostoffideed,theyevenexperiencedloveagain,sometimesasmuchas75%oreven85%love.
Timepassedwithshogswiftness,andsoontheboywasthirty-two,thegirlthirty.
OifulAprilm,insearchofacupofcoffeetostarttheday,theboywaswalkingfromwesttoeast,whilethegirl,intendingtosendaspecial-deliveryletter,waswalkingfromeasttowest,butalongthesamenarrowstreetintheHarajukuneighborhoodofTokyo.Theypassedeachotherintheveryterofthestreet.Thefaigleamoftheirlostmemlimmeredforthebriefestmomentintheirhearts.Eachfeltarumblingintheirchest.Andtheyknew:
Sheisthe100%perfectgirlforme.
Heisthe100%perfectboyforme.
Buttheglowoftheirmemorieswasfartooweak,ahoughtsnolongerhadtheclarityoffouteenyearsearlier.Withoutaword,theypassedeachother,disappearingintothecrowd.Forever.
Asadstory,dontyouthink?
Yes,thatsit,thatiswhatIshouldhavesaidtoher.松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读