佚名/Anonymous
Love is a telephone which always keeps silent when you are longing for a call, but rings when you are not ready for it. As a result, we often miss the sweetness from the other end.
Love is a telephone which is seldom program-controlled of directly dialed. You cannot get an immediate answer by a mere“Hello”, let alone go deep into your lover’s heart by one call. Usually it has to be relayed by an operator, and you have to be patient in waiting. Destiny is the operator of this phone, who is always irresponsible and fond of playing practical jokes to which she may make you a lifelong victim intentionally or unintentionally.
Love is a telephone which is always busy. When you are ready to devote yourself to or even ready to die for love, you only find, to your disappointment, the line is already occupied by someone else, and you are greeted only by a busy line. This is an eternal regret handed down from generation to generation and you are only one of those who languish for flowers.
Love is a telephone which is sometimes so sensitive that you are put through by a single dial and responded to as soon as you say“Hello”. But, more often than not, you only hang it up and turn away sadly just because of its lack of challenge and effort. Once you realize your mistake, no one is available at the other end.
Love is a telephone, but it is difficult to seize the right time for dialing, and you will let slip the opportunity if your call is either too early or too late.
Love is a telephone which is not always associated with happiness. Honeyed words are transmitted by sound waves, but when the lovers are brought together, the phone serves no purpose. No wonder that many lovers observe that marriage is the doom of love.
Love is a telephone, which, when you use it for the first time, makes you so nervous and excited that you either hold the receiver upside down or dial the wrong number. By the time you’ve calmed down, you will be at a loss to whom you should make the call.