I once knew a guy who lived a life full of numbers and graphs. He used to wear a suit, looking like a professional model. He had trimmed, short locks of raven hair. His jet-black eyes was like a speck of the universe. They sparkled like a trim of starlight struck on each of them when he was in front of me.
I once knew a guy who loved Chinese food. From Jajangmyon to broiled sea cucumbers, he always talked about the food itself to me. His favorite was fried noodles. Still wonder why he liked it, but slowly I started to like it as well. He was very honest with his feelings. "If I have to leave here for years for business and may not come back again, will you miss me?"; he said in a low, serious voice, when he had one bite. There was no smile on his face, and I immediately thought this was peculiar. All I had to do was nodding my head, while I was having my helping. The pattering sound of raindrops was heard outside. I wonder if the sound of my tears sounded like that, too.
Now, ages later, I know a girl.
I know a girl who ordered food on Valentine's Day through Foodpanda, which was today, and lives in a single-room flat. When I rang the bell in front of the door with the food, I barely heard people talking until the girl opened the door, hugging a sleeping baby. After she took the plate full of fried noodles, she said; Gosh, it was exactly three years ago when my ex left me. Then, after saying this shocking phrase, she broke apart a pair of wooden chopsticks and started to take one lump of fried noodle. After simply tugged the baby, she continued speaking; "This one's Zoe 'cause it means life. She's life itself, at least to me. She can be something that I can carry on living, even though I ain't got nobody in this big old world. She could have been a burden to me, as I thought when I was on his bed at that Valentine's Night. I realize, for many times every day, that I shouldn't have listened to him that he'll buy me fried noodles."
"Why do you have these noodles? Don't they bring bad memories to you?"; I said, kneeling down beside her. Seconds later, she slowly shook her head. The breeze shattered the girl's tangled auburn hair and the thin threads of the noodles.
I know a girl, who surprisingly resembles the guy I once knew when she ate her noodles. I wonder if it will be cloudy tomorrow, so I could know whether the clouds will be thin like fried noodles, and will the sunshine will glow like the eyes of the girl, and the guy I used to know.
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