Liang Yu

I pictured how she must have sat there. Alone in the empty lobby next to a large window, staring at the rain puddles alongside the streets as they filled deeper. It was eleven o’clock; she was expected home an hour earlier. “Xiaojie. Neng gei ni jiao liang chuzu qiche ma?” asked the concierge. “Miss, can I call you a taxi?

You know it is a great thing to get your mail.I have been looking forward to hear from you for 1 month.Meanwhile,i have a little anxious.Because my writen English is poor,but just try to understand me as much as you can.Thanks.

an affair with clouds

it’s the last wednesday in may. the heat is stronger than before. i know summer is near. i woke up late, too tired to run or exercise. instead, i took my notepad and bic pen outside and wrote underneath the pecan tree. once there were plenty of pecans. where are they now? there were many, many of them. a lake of pecans, and i found myself swimming through millions of them, their calm waves massaging my naked body. if i could paint, i’d paint the sky. everyday, actually. i’d paint her fully. her wavy, long bright hair. strong facial features that melt together so natural from her face. tits. yes, i’d paint her tits. they’d dance off her chest magically. her hands slide on each side of her breasts. it’ll be the undiscovered 21th century masterpiece. and i’d title it, ‘an affair with clouds’. nothing extraordinary.

walk from the park on a tuesday

it’s a nice day. it’s going to be a cruel hot hot summer, so it’s precious to have these cool days. i dressed to run, but decided to walk instead. more time to appreciate the surroundings. the choice wasn’t complicated. i walked outside after stretching, and thought, “wow, think i’ll walk.” that simple. i saw her again. it’s a routine to XXX***XXXX. only a few know about this. even the dog doesn’t know. but she’s there, nontheless. she arrived shortly before i did, and complained that i XX**XX**. but i had too. i tried explaining, but it was impossible. then XXX*****XX** before i could talk more.

i shouldn’t write about any of this. i shouldn’t have done this