Unsaturated Love

  I heard someone calling my name softly. I turned towards the tiny little voice and saw him bleeding, lying on one of the medic table full of blood stains. No one had to tell me what had happened to him for as a soldier in the middle of the second world war, I knew well enough what it was like a step on a land mine, and it was cruel.

  There would never be a left leg for him ever again. neither nor the essence of life. A "nothing was there" for his lower left body, skin burnt heavily as it turned coal black. Some of his hair was gone, an eye already blinded and the other was on its way. Hus name is Lee, the one I love more than everything and myself.

  He was born in Texas twenty years ago in a little wodden home where a happy little family inhabited. he was born with the love for his country and the passion for people. He inherited his father's blue eyes and brown hair but his mother's flappy ears and narrow face. He went staright away to military school right after his high school and was granted the rank 'Private" two years later.

  I was not as passionate as he was. I was only a medical officer in the army just because I failed to get into the local medical university. My father suggested joining the army as a medical officer since I love taking care of the wounded. The one thing I was no aware of was that I actually had to go to the front line and sometimes join the mission which took a long journey where medical emergency was required.

  Our first encounter was a mission to recover soldiers from a  failed paradrop on a bad windy day. All of them were blown very far apart and some right into the enemy's base. We became good friends during the mission while the seed of love grew secretly beneath the depths of our heart. Despite the rules of the army, homosexuality is strictly forbidden. But it couldn't stop us from drowning into the sea of forbidden realms. The fire starts that night where the wind blew so deadly and the heavy down pour wouldn't stop. We hugged each other through the shivering night and revealed the thoughts within our hearts. With fear and uncertainties, we are one since then.

  I went through all our precious and unforgettable memories together when I was sitting beside his bed, watching him gasping for the last few breath of air his half gone body was allowed to. Tears poured down from both my eyes and his. We both knew this might be the last scene God has plotted for our insanity love. In the army, where infections crawled like the walking dead, one would be gone just within a couple of days, full of pain and suffering.

  I looked at him sadly with my already reddish eyes and whispered my last few words of love for him wholeheartedly. I turned my gaze away from him and stand up. Trying to ran away from whatever was waiting for us just there, I left. i couldn't stand by watching him drifting away from me second by second.

  Loving someone is never wrong, boy or girl, girl or boy, as long as we love, it will bear as much fruit as those in Canaan. I knew it well enough. I always believe that. I love him, more than everything including myself. I do not regret, never.

反正 。。。

一场大雨，下尽心中的无奈。。。


反正你都 。。。

反正你现在 。。。

反正你只需要 。。。

反正 。。。



下雨了 。。。

撑起伞 。。。

怎么撑伞了 ？


人总是会变 。。。



豪雨来袭 。。。

湿透了 。。。

不是有伞吗 ？


风也会变 。。。



路旁的泛起小河 。。。

川流不息 。。。

七分白 。。。

两分黄 。。。

一分黑 。。。


白的是水 。。。

是从来没改变过的 。。。

洪流中的无名修行者 。。。


黄的是泥 。。。

是不知从哪里来的 。。。

某只鞋下的舞者 。。。


黑的是泪 。。。

血泪 。。。

参杂了窗外无情的鞭打与可笑的同情 。。。

它们从哪里来 ？

从这里 。。。

它们是什么 ？

它们是这个时代的继承人 。。。

却也同样被时代所抛弃 。。。


雨渐渐小了 。。。

世纪初风格设计的客厅里 。。。

开着泛黄的日光灯 。。。

暗黄的啤酒 。。。

金黄的小点 。。。

感觉一切都是黄的 。。。

蒙蒙的 。。。


六时正 。。。

眼睛看到的是血红 。。。

鲜红的血 。。。

流淌在空气中 。。。

仿佛没有了地心引力 。。。

那是浓于水的情 。。。

可却最让人失望 。。。


雨时大时小 。。。

两个时空间的鸿沟 。。。

多少血也填不满 。。。

尽管是我的血 。。。

鸿沟旁有泛舟者 。。。

永远的等着有那么一天 。。。

有人要渡河 。。。



一切都仿佛美好 。。。