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February 5 ,2012
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| She asked him to buy a book of poetry. He made poems and wrote them on his notebook. It took one week. He handed it to her. She said, "It's too late and I didn't say I wanted the poems you made. " She returned it to him and left him.
The next week she asked him to buy a painting. He painted a painting. It took one week. He came to her and handed it to her. She looked at the painting. It was a painting of her. In the painting she was standing looking sad. She asked, "Why do I look sad in this painting?" He said, "Because you always look sad." "I'm not sad at all," she said. "If I was sad, you made me sad. It was because every time you were too late and you didn't do what I expected." He looked sad and left her. This time she watched him leave with a sad look on her face. The next week she didn't come to him. Another week passed but she didn't come. He went to her apartment and knocked at the door. She came to the door in very bad shape. She invited him inside. She asked him if she could lie on the bed and he said of course. She said in a weak voice, "I'm so sorry. I said 'too late' to you so many times. I am dying. So it is too late but I'm sorry. " "This is too late," he said in a mad voice. "This is too late to say you can die. This is too late to apologize to me. So you can't die!" Eventually she recovered. Her sickness was not as bad as she thought. So she came to him in good shape and said," You are too late to realize that I loved you." |
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