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There was this elderly women who knew this boy when she was young. Every action of this boy arracted her like bee to honey. It seems that there are neverending topics to talk about and neverending things to do whenever she is with this boy. Time is nothing when she is with him. She felt the happiest and most blessed whenever she is with this boy. But at that time, she already had a boyfriend of many years. That boyfriend is something that her mother got her into. She was happy with him before, and also thought of starting a family with him. But as days became months and months became years, she found out that he may not really be suitable for her. Moreover, he had been unfaithful towards her. However, her mother wants to merge the two families' business and begged her daughter to marry that guy. She thought of the boy, and her boyfriend. She felt troubled and painful. The feelings towards her boyfriend, is it love or just plain habit. To leave the boyfriend, she cannot bear to let him go. Afterall, being so long together, she is really used to having him by her side. She cannot imagine how life would be without him. But if she do not choose the boy, she feel... ... ... The next day, she told her mother she made up her mind and decided to marry her boyfriend. Her mother was happy, saying that her decision was good for her and that being in that rich family, she will always be happy and will not have to worry about her future and also being able to merge the families' business will only benefit her more. "Mum, i leave the preparation to you ok?" and left the room, not wanting to hear her mother go on about how she will benefit. On the day of her wedding, the boy was also there. As they look at each other, they were overwhelmed with feelings within. Yet no one made the first move to hold each other for one last time. Giving her a soft peck on her hand, he wished her all the best in her marriage. After which, he turned and without looking back, left the place. "Herrison", she only dare to call out that name in her heart a million times, but not once out loud let alone dare to run up to him and and ask him to take her away. HEr mother was right. She leaved life like any rich woman, never having to worry anything about life. After marriage, she also bore her husband a son and a daughter. Her relationship with her husband has also remained as the same habitual one. It may be simple and boring, yet she is contended with the simplicity. Shortly after the birth of her first grand daughter, her husband met with an accident overseas while on a business trip. Shortly afterwhich, her second and third grandchildren was borned and slowly she got used to her husband's non existance. "Harrison", she called out again. "Who is he" I asked grams. "Oh, Shirley, it's you. you are not sleeping?" Grams sounded soft and tired. She is old and the doctordid mention her health is deteoriating. " I can't sleep. You have been calling a name and i can't sleep. Who is he grandma?" i asked. That night, grams told me the whole story. " Grandma, given a choice, who would you choose now?" "Love and habit, which would you choose?" Grams asked me, patting me on the head. A fewdays later, grams was admitted to the hospital. One of the visit to her room, i saw a big group of hospital staff rushing around her room. And vaguely, i heard grams calling out for him again. "Harrison... Harrison...." There will alwys be someone in your life that you will hold on dearly to. Be hiding him in the back of your mind, you think that you would be able to ease the memories. But just before grams died, the person she remembered the best is... ... ... Grams used her life to bet on habit, but just before she leaves the face ot this earth, what she desires most was love. Visiting her on her death anniversary, the only thought that struck me the most was the question she asked me that very night. "Love and habit, which would you choose?" Choose the one you love or Love the one you choose... It is until you lose it that you cherish what you had. But having that something else may not be that bad a thing from another point of view. What is your choice today? Choosing the one you love needs wisdom. Loving the one you choose needs determination. Elva Hsiao - Ni Shi Wo Xin Zhong Yi Jue Jing Tan In Solitude at 5:31 am 0 shared in solitude | ||||||||||||