Preface: I feel sorry for the girl on TV. She is telling that she forced her rich boyfriend away because of her vanity and selfishness. She is sad and unfortunate. Her misfortune is that she cannot see how such a beautiful relationship will affect her future life.
I marvel at the coincidence of things. My childhood friend and she had such a similar beginning of love. Thinking of her, I picked up the phone. The bell rang for a long time, and she said: Hang up first, I will call you later.
What are you busy with? I asked.
Make pickled cucumbers and a hand full of soy sauce. She said.
This is just a story. Please read two pages quietly in a depressing afternoon, in the dusk after the rain, or in the silent midnight. Don't think, just read.
Because there is no right or wrong, no cause and effect. Just by chance.
It becomes a story by chance.