Feelings She cried, cried on my shoulder and asked me for a chance, a chance to be But her simple request was finally refused. Before seeing her tears,I couldn't know how deeply she loved me. If her tears and her love to me ispositively related, she loved me as a mother loves her only son. But why did shetreat me as her friend, her helper, her listener, just sometimes her boyfriend? The saying that we never care the things we now enjoy is true. When I loved her asdeep as the sea is, she didn't care about me much. Now when I am tired of her, sheasked me for a chance to care for me as much as she had never done. But it is toolate. Promises are nice, but hardly kept, and they should not be easily made, ordisappointments are expected. Her tears made me feel sorry and guilty, but nothingmore than that. She wanted me to love her as I did before by her tears, but shefailed. It is fated that I and she should be friends only. But we didn't believe thisfate, and now we have been tasting the consequence we should have, which left usunrecoverable wounds on my heart and hers. At this moment I don't ask my lordfor anything, except a quick recovery for her. Although her tears were out of hereyes one by one, dropping on my right shoulder, my decision was not melted. ...
