A letter or a phone call comes from someone you have never met, and you find yourself imagining this person and giving a face to the hidden voice. Are you good at this? Sometimes it's easy to make mistakes.
A stranger sends you a letter or a phone call, and you unconsciously imagine what this person looks like, giving this secret voice a face. Can you do it? Sometimes it's easy to make mistakes.
valentine's day story
Doug bell
John blanchard stood up from the bench, adjusted his military uniform, and looked at the crowd passing through Grand Central Station.
love story
Doug. bel
John? Blanchard stood up from the bench, adjusted her military uniform, and looked at the crowds coming in and out of Grand Central Station.
He is looking for a girl. He knows her heart, but he doesn't know her face, the girl with the rose. Twelve months ago, in a Florida library, he became interested in her. He took a book off the shelf and soon found himself attracted, not by the content of the book, but by the notes written in the blank pencil. Soft handwriting reflects a thoughtful soul and profound thoughts.
He is looking for a girl, a girl wearing a rose. He knows his heart, but not his face. 12 months ago, in a Florida library, he became interested in her. He took a book off the shelf and was soon attracted, not by the contents of the book, but by the pencil. Soft handwriting shows his thoughtful mind and insightful mind.
On the front page of the book, he found the name of the former owner, Miss Hollis Menel. After a period of efforts, he found her address. She lives in new york City. He wrote her a letter, introduced himself and invited her to write to her. The next day, he was transported overseas to participate in World War II.
On the cover of the book, he found the name of the former owner, Hollis? Miss Menel. It took him some time and energy to find her address. She lives in new york City. He wrote her a letter, introduced himself and asked her to write back. The next day he was transported overseas to participate in World War II.
In the following year, the two gradually got to know each other through email. Every letter is a seed that falls on a fertile mind. A romance is budding. B. Ranchard asked for a photo, but she refused. She explained: "If your feelings for me are true and honest, my appearance is not important. Suppose I am beautiful. I am always troubled by this feeling. You have been taking risks, and that kind of love will disgust me. Suppose I am plain (you must admit that this is more likely). Then I always worry that you will continue to write to me, just because you are lonely and there is no one else. No, I don't want my picture. When you come to new york, you will meet me, and then you will make your decision. Remember, we are both free to stop or move on after that-whichever we choose ... "
In the following year, they got to know each other better through correspondence. Every letter is like a seed sown on the fertile soil of the mind. The flower of romantic love is about to bloom. Blanchard asked for a photo, but she refused. She explained, "If your feelings for me are true and sincere, it doesn't matter what I look like. Imagine that I am beautiful and moving. I will always be deeply uneasy, afraid that you will fall in love with me just because of my appearance, and this kind of love makes me hate. Imagine that I am plain (you have to admit, this is more likely). Then I will always worry that you keep correspondence with me just out of loneliness and no one to talk to. No, no photos. When you get to new york, you will meet me, and then you can make a decision. And remember, after meeting, we are both free to decide to terminate the relationship or continue to associate-no matter how you choose ... "
When the day came when he came back from Europe, they arranged to meet for the first time-at 7 pm, in grand central terminal. The day came when he came back from Europe. They arranged to meet for the first time-at seven o'clock in the evening, grand central terminal.
"You will recognize me," she wrote. "I will wear a red rose on my lapel." So, at 7 o'clock in the evening, he looked for a girl at the station. In the past 12 months, this girl occupied such a special place in his life, a girl he had never seen before, but her words always accompanied him and supported him.
"You will recognize me," she wrote. "I will wear a red rose on my skirt." So at seven o'clock in the evening, he waited at the station, looking for a girl who occupied such a special position in his life this year, a girl who had never met before, but whose words accompanied him and supported his spirit all the time.
I'll ask Mr. blanchard to tell you what happened:
A young woman came up to me. Her figure was slender and slim. Her golden hair curled back from her delicate ears; Her eyes are as blue as flowers. Her lips and chin have a gentle firmness. Wearing light green clothes, she looks like spring has come.
Let Mr. blanchard tell you what happened next:
A young girl came up to me. She is tall and slim. A curly blonde hair hangs behind a beautiful ear; Blue eyes, as beautiful as flowers. Her lips and jaw lines are soft, but soft, and she is dressed in a light green suit and lively as spring.
I walked up to her and completely forgot to notice that she was not wearing roses.
I walked up to her and completely forgot to see if she was wearing roses.
There was a flirtatious smile on her lips when I moved. "Going my way, sailor?" She whispered. I almost involuntarily took a step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Menel. She stood almost directly behind the girl. A woman over 40, with gray hair tied under a worn hat.
When I passed by, her lips opened with a provocative smile. "Going my way, sailor?" She asked quietly. I can't help but take a step closer to her. But just then, I saw Hollis? Mignel. She stood almost behind the girl, in her forties, with gray hair tied and an old hat on her head.
10 She is not only a little overweight, but her thick soles are stuck in her low-heeled shoes.
She has a bloated figure and a pair of low-heeled shoes on her round ankles.
The girl in a green suit is walking away quickly. I feel as if I have been divided into two halves. I am so eager to follow her, but I am so eager for that woman. Her spirit really accompanies me and supports me.
The girl in the green suit quickly walked away. I feel as if I have been split in half. On the one hand, I am eager to catch up with her, but on the other hand, I am eager for a woman who will accompany me sincerely and become my spiritual pillar.
She stood there. Her pale round face is gentle and sensible, and her gray eyes are shining with warm and kind light. I did not hesitate.
She stood there, her pale round face gentle and rational, and her gray eyes warm and kind. I did not hesitate.
My fingers clung to the shabby little blue leather book, which was to prove my identity to her. This will not be love, but it will be a precious thing, something perhaps better than love, a friendship that I have been grateful for and will always be grateful for.
I held the little old blue sheepskin book in my hand and let her recognize me. This will not be love, but it will be a precious thing, perhaps more beautiful than love, a friendship that I have always been grateful for and will always be grateful for.
I stood up, saluted the lady, and handed her the book, although the bitterness of disappointment suffocated me when I spoke. "I'm Captain John blanchard, and you must be Miss Menel. I'm glad you met me; Can I take you to dinner? "
I stood up straight, saluted, and held up my book for the lady to see. But when I started talking, the pain of disappointment almost choked me. "I'm John? Captain blanchard, you must be Miss Menel. I'm glad you came to see me. May I invite you to dinner? "
The woman's face broke into a smile. "I don't know what's going on, son," she replied, "but the young lady in the green suit who just passed by begged me to pin this rose on my coat. She said that if you ask me out for dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you at the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test! "
The woman's face broke into a smile. "I don't know what happened, son," she replied, "but the girl in the green suit who just passed begged me to put this rose in my skirt. She also said that if you invite me to dinner, I will tell you that she is waiting for you at the hotel across the street. She said it was a test! "
16 It is not difficult to understand and admire the wisdom of Miss Menel. The true nature of a heart can be seen in its reaction to ugly things.
Miss Menel's wisdom is not difficult to understand, but also amazing. The essence of the mind is reflected in its attitude towards beautiful things.
"Tell me who you love," Husayi wrote, "and I will tell you who you are."
"Tell me who you love," Jose wrote, "and I will know what kind of person you are."
He hesitated. Wouldn't it be better to let them leave with their past dreams instead of risking waking up suddenly?
He hesitated. Let them pursue their nostalgic dreams separately, or wake them up rashly?