至爱Moments of Love（1/2）
佚名/Anonyo
When I first saw her, she was walkg across the d-school quad.I stood otionless as if stunned, follog her with y eyes.She is the one, I said to yself.
It was the first day of school.When I asked a cssate about her, he toldto fet it.She has a boyfriend, he said.
A few onths ter I heard she’d ended her retionship.But I waited at least half a year to ask for a date.When I telephoned her doritory and asked nervoly for her, I transposed the sylbles of her first and st nas to dicro garble.“Dner on Saturday?”I proposed, ebarrassed and expectg reje.“I would enjoy that,”she answered, soundg pleased.
On Saturday I greeted her at the dor and was aga entranced by her loveless.I had ade reservations at a restaurant 30 iles away.I lost y way and drove ailessly on rural roads for an hour as y exasperation ounted.She reaed good-huored-happy, she said, to tour vilges whose histories she had read about.
We never located the restaurant, and then alost ran out of gas.We fally ate at 10 p.., haburgers and fries at a dner.In her floral dress, with her straight blond hair and cssic features, she stood out aong the local kids.
Back at school, I was ready to apologize for the eveng.But I felt her war hand take e, and then she quickly kissed y cheek.“Thank you for a wonderful eveng,”she said softly.Before I prehended what had happened, she disappeared to the doritory.
How any tis have there been onts like that, onts of supassg grad love that I doubted their actuality? Monts like the day of our arriage, when on a crisp Sundayon the Pacific ast she ehe chur her father’s ar and I gazed down the aisle at y soon-to-be wife.Or the onts when our o children were born and her face beca radiant as she erged fro the unreachable real of bor to exultation.
But October 15, 1993, was Different.That day, we arose at 5 a.., havg a hard slept.Howyou rest when a bde will soon sever flesh so dear? She kissed both of our children as they slept, but they irred or said“Good ck”or“I love you, Moy.”In the hospital, after we sighe papers, I watched her ge to a faded tton gown and o pairs of socks, as if the worst jury that day would be the chill of theroo.
She criedy ars and said she didn’t want the surgery.I held her hand as an I.V.was serted to her ar.In a few sends her tears sped and she closed those eyes that had always seed so clever and clear, but now looked so fearful.
Feelg frantid dised I kissed her, and then she was wheeled away through the unfivg doors of thesuite.I spent the daythe waitg roo polishg a ancript whose only significe was its power to distract.
Wheuro her roo te that afternoon, on her chest was an expanse of billog white bandage pced by a surgeon’s hands with a precision and delicacy she would have adired.I was reded of the verlet she had appliquéd for our children’s cradle when they were fants.The bandage looked gentle and protective—reassurg and not as harsh as I had expected.
Sittg beside hera dily lit roo that slled sharply of disfet, I realized that becae y life was so tered with hers, I, too, atient.I felt depleted and wrecked as I stared bnkly out the dok-gray clouds slowly traversg the afternoon sky.
It was alost 7 p..before she stirred.I heard her oan, and oved to the edge of the bed.I lightly touched her lips with an ice chip fro the pitcher on her bedside table, and brhed the gray-flecked hair across her sweaty brow.
“I love you.”I said.
At these words, her eyes opened hesitantly.At first her gaze seed nfed and unfoced, but for an stant her eyes sharpened with regnition, and a gentle sile lifted the edges of her outh.
“I love you too,”she whispered, and then her eyelids shut.I was close to exhation and dislocatedti as I recalled the ont I first saw her.It was as if I was young aga and the sun was resplethesky.She is the one, I said once orey d’s voice.She is the one.
第一次见到她时，她正在校园的操场上漫步。我站在那里，目光追随着她的倩影，呆住了。她就是我的至爱，我对自己说。
那正是开学的第一天，我向同学问起她，他们说她已经有男朋友了，让我忘了她。
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