Destined love

“Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.”
By Alice Sebold

When I was a little girl, I knew that one day my wishful prince would come unexpectedly. I often imagine him riding a snow-white horse, he will invite me to seat at horseback and then ride me to his city. I believe that somewhere in this world there is a special person looking for me, just as I am looking for him. If it is destined, this kind of thing will happen.

I was 17 years old that year and he finally showed up. The young man’s name was Ted Bennington, and he was a new neighbor. My mother gave me a small gold box hung on a necklace on my birthday. The golden box is not new, but it is her collection for many years, and my mother always keeps this small box together with a few souvenirs that father gave her mother.

I said: “Mom, do you really want to give me the box? This belongs to you!”

Mom said: “Really! It really means a lot to me, but as I promise to myself that I will handover this box to you when you are 17 years old, and it’s belonged to you now my girl.”

There was an elusive look in my mother’s eyes. I glanced at her puzzled. In fact, the marriage between father and mother can be described as happily ever after. My father was warm and considerate, mum and dad always seemed to have unlimited happiness when they were together until my father died two years ago. I am secretly funny; I really don’t know what sad things will happen to my mother. But I do like this box, it is small and exquisite, shaped like a chicken heart, tied with a small gold chain, which makes people love it. But what makes my heart beat the most is that Ted Bennington gave me a simple blue headscarf with gold trim on it, which is really beautiful. I love the gifts Ted gave me, but I love him more. I like his pale-yellow curly hair hanging down on the front collar, bright and honest blue eyes also nice square jaw, it looks cute. He looks shy, likable, and serious, he looks so outstanding when compared with the glib tongue, self-righteous guys in our upper grades.

“Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.”
By Nicholas Sparks

About two months ago, I started to pay attention to Ted, when he came to our class for only a month. He is a quiet boy and never participates in any team in the school. After class or on weekends, while other classmates were hanging out and having fun, he had to go to a grocery store to work. At that time, it was an alumni dance party. As a senior high school girl, you can’t have too many choices, because most boys in this grade give their hearts to the first and second high school girls. I had to make a list of the remaining boys and crossed out the ones that were too short, now only 4 people remained in my list. But three of them were either too fat or unable to get along with me or spitting when talking, Ted became the only candidate in the end. When he walked out of the classroom after class, I was waiting there, pretending to bump into a piece by accident.

I accosted and said: “Nancy is hosting a family dance this weekend, Ted, this is an event for women to invite men. Do you want to go?”

“Go? You mean to go with you?” he asked.

“Yes!” I said.

This, this, I must go, thank you! I’m happy to go.” He said.

He was a little flattered, really wondering if he had ever taken a girl to any place when he grew up. I can’t help thinking, maybe it was a mistake to invite him. Will everyone like him? The people who attended the prom were all mainstream figures in the school. Is Ted a group? However, everything at the party was pleasant. Ted tried his best to adapt to it, dancing, participating in games, and talking with people, it really seemed like a proficient socialist.

After the party he sent me home on the way, we talked about each other’s plans after graduation, I said that I will study secretarial major. He told me that he was working hard to get a scholarship from Durrain College and was going to study medical science there. The moonlight is dim and graceful, which makes people have an inexplicable impulse. Suddenly it became clear to me that my little empty hand was shaking on one side of my body, and I believed his hand was the same. I really don’t know how many times our little hands touched each other and how many times we were electrocuted? On this road, we two stopped talking, and instantly felt that there was only us left in the whole world, and suddenly felt that each other could hear each other’s nervous and excited heartbeats. Now we are enjoying walking silently in the moonlight. What’s even more inexplicable is that our hands slowly got together at each other without knowing when they started.

“Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.”
By William Jennings Bryan

Ted took me to the alumni dance party, which seemed so natural. A feeling of heart trembling made me suddenly realize that Ted is the special person I have been expecting since I was young! Our feelings became more and more deep as time went by. We took a walk together, went hiking, and participated in a picnic party under the blue sky. Ted played a melodious guitar during the picnic, and we sang aloud together. These are days of infinite poetry and happiness. Then one day, Ted brought good news. He had won a scholarship from Durrain College.

Ted asked: “People would call me Doctor Bennington, how do you feel?”

I said: “It’s wonderful! But I will miss you.”

He said: “Me too, I wish you could go with me.”

I comforted him and said: “Don’t worry! I’ll be waiting for you here. Maybe I can find a job in that college before you graduate.”

Ted said: “That’s great, but I’m afraid.”

“What are you afraid of?” I asked.

Ted said: “Oh, everything is so perfect, I’m so afraid of losing you.”

“Blindly worry!” I said to him, “you won’t lose this destined love!” but I was wrong. In the first few months when Ted left me to go to college, we wrote letters to each other more diligently. But gradually, our letters became lesser and lesser, probably this is the beginning of the ending. He couldn’t go home together celebrate Thanksgiving, and when he came back at Christmas, I was getting measles. Finally, Ted has a new girlfriend. She is a classmate of their school. Ted wrote to say that he was sorry about it and said that he knew I would understand.

It was raining the day the letter was received. I lay on the bed listening to the patter of rain. I don’t hate Ted; I don’t even hate that girl. It’s just that I can’t believe what happened. At this moment, my mother walked in. I know what she is going to say.

Mum said: “There are other lads, you may not believe it now, but there will always be.”

I said: “Maybe, but Ted is my only beloved, I will never love again!”

Mom was silent for a while, and then said: ” Is the little gold box I gave you hanging on the necklace still there??

I said: “Little gold box? Oh, of course. It’s in the top drawer of the dressing table.”

Mom took out the little gold box and asked me to put it on. “Look,” she said, “this is the special lover who gave it to me when I was 17 years old.” I cherished the little gold box and thought of my dead father. What a happy life he once had with my mother!

“He is kind, likable, and different. I was convinced that he was the man I was destined for,” my mother said slowly, lost in thought, “but within a few days of our engagement, he died in A train accident.”

“What did you say?” I exclaimed, “I thought… You mean you had loved someone before Dad? The other person you thought was the most special?”

Mum said: “Yes, that’s the way it is, I think if I marry him, I am sure I will be very happy. But the result was that I married your father three years later. We also love each other, and I am also very happy with him.”   

“I don’t understand.” I said.

Mum Looked at me quietly and said: “Baby, what I want to tell you is that there is not only one special person in this world who will make us happy, but there are many such good people, Ted is just one of them. It’s just that he came too early.” . I almost cried because I felt that my childhood dream was being crushed.

Mum said softly: “One day, a good man will come at the right time, and he will be the one you are destined for.”

  She leaving me alone, walked out and closed the door gently. I’m listening to the sound of rain, I looked at the door my mother closed when she went out, but I thought of another door which was the other door of hope she opened for me just now.

“Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.”
By Bill Keane

“You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you become a person and why.”

By John Green

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