Novel & Cerita Japanese Love Story

* Keyla preferred to ask again *no, he just said that he was going to Italy without telling you anything and he probably didn't get in touch again* Kojiro told her everything he knew *shall I tell you who he is? * Keyla looked at him questioningly and Kojiro nodded *Salvatore was my first love and when he just left he broke my heart, I still struggled with it years later* Keyla started crying again and Kojiro took her in the arm *I didn't know you were together Key, I'm sorry* he hugged her tightly *don't be sorry, he's always been good at interacting with people* Keyla pulled away from Kojiro, she had somewhat under control again

He repeated the words over and over again, finishing with expressing the depths of the love that he had for me. Instead of being filled with elation upon hearing his words of devotion, I remained heavy hearted. What had just happened? This was not the romantic rendezvous that I’d envisioned when I set out to contact him after work. How could things go so wrong? I looked up the alley to see if anyone witnessed what we’d just done. Relief poured forth when I saw no one.

When the romantic movie ended forty minutes later, I was more than relieved, but didn’t let Elo realize that I disliked watching romantic movies. “I really had an awesome time, Elo”, I lied as we walked away from the rows and columns of seats. “It was splendid… felt like St. Valentine’s Day, my love”. I stared at the silver clutch purse she carried, and thought of how lucky I was to be her man. “I want to tell you something, Pierre…” Elo whispered.

I winked and he laughed. "Well Hailey you did it." "How about you? Any stories?" I asked and he smirked. "What do you think?" He teased me. "I mean everyone has their first love story.. I mean I won’t be jealous.." I said awkwardly and looked away. "Okay let me tell about my first love story.." I looked at him really curious. Before he can tell his story, the food came. The waiter greeted us and put the food in front of us. "I met her unexpectedly actually, she's a really bright person and really beautiful. I love her cute expression especially when she's trying so hard to do something, she's really-"

Just then, two people, I presume to be a couple, walk by, holding hands. I'm staring from my room's window, which is upstairs. So, they don't know that someone is spying on them from above. I watch the lady laugh at the things the man is saying, and I smile again. "Isn't it funny? "I question my ginger cat, as I stare back at my computer. It is funny... It's funny how in all my books... Most of them actually, I make my characters find love and find the ones who will spend and share their happily ever after forever with them.

The annoyance I felt towards him earlier because I thought he had forgotten our anniversary all of a sudden and was replaced by butterflies in my stomach and horse racing in my heart. He's the one. Forever does really exist, especially when I'm with Jiro. He's the living proof of Prince Charming and true love does really exist. I am deeply madly in love with him. I can't even see myself in the near future dating another boy. I am sure that he is the only man I am capable of loving. Jiro slowly removed the blindfold from my eyes and first its blur until my vision gradually cleared. The first thing you see is the decorations Jiro's whole garden, just like a bandiritas made of white and red ros

She dragged him into the kitchen, where she hugged him *happy birthday my love* she gave him a kiss on the cheek and handed him his present. He was completely surprised and pulled Keyla back into his arms *that wouldn't have been necessary, thank you so much* Kojiro would have expected anything but this. He unpacked the present and smelled her perfume. Keyla had a Japanese jersey made with her name on it. So Kojiro always had something of her. He was still staring at the t-shirt. Keyla waited impatiently for his reaction, who actually had to shed a tear. Keyla lifted his chin and looked into his eyes

“You have played matchmaker to many couples but you don’t even know that. That’s so ironic.” “What love?” I brushed it off. “Don’t you know that a Japanese philosopher once said that a person you are in love with makes you feel hot and cold at the same time. At times, you want to spend the rest of your life with them. Other times, you just want to get rid of their ugly ass,” Hori said seriously. I sighed, considering what she said. “What philosopher said that?” I asked curiously. “Hori Nakamura,” she replied, smiling. “It is my humble self and I made the statement today.”

So continue on he did between more shots. “I was so in love with him that I was willing to move to Tokyo for a year just so we wouldn’t have to do the long distance thing.” “Ah, that explains your proficiency in Nihongo.” “Damn straight. His too.” He slapped the tabletop, welcoming the sting in his palm. “Three years into our relationship, I was ready to settle down. Or so I thought. You saw him tonight. Wasn’t he the most beautiful thing on two legs you’ve ever seen?”