William Shakespeare: Sonnet 18

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: And summer's lease hath all too short a date;

'I guess that time really is the enemy of love.

It makes your feelings fade; it makes your heartbeats slow down until nothing; it makes your love gone slowly, painfully.'

Tom said to his sister Emma, looked at the ceiling.

Emma rolled her eyes slightly. 'You are being dramatic, Tommy. It's just a straight guy with a girlfriend! I am sure you can find someone better. And you didn't really know much about each other, so you might need to have a date with him.'

Tom looked at her unbelievably. 'I won't let Chris to be the cheater!'

Rolling eyes, second time. 'I mean, you guys can drink coffee and chat, right? Not that his girlfriend will think that you two are dating.'

'I need to go now, a new coach is working in my gym.' Emma picked her bag and leaved her brother.

'Thanks for your breakfast, dear brother.'

Tom picked up his phone.

'Hey Chris, it's Tom Hiddleston. I'm wondering if you want to have a lunch with me? Love you.'

Wait, what's wrong with the 'Love you'?

Where's the delete button!?!

...

Thank god he deleted it. He didn't want this friendship to end yet.
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'Sarah.... I got a new job in the library and the gym.'

It's been a few weeks since we date, and something changed so we chatted for a while before starting dinning.

'That's great! Is the people there nice? Not that I am worried for you.'

We laughed, but when I wanted to introduce Tom, I got a feeling that I cheated Sarah? It's so complicated. Is it possible for people to love others at the same time?

'I met a guy who likes to read Shakespeare... and this morning when I ran on the university near my home, I found out that he was a professor...'

Sarah was eating her salad, but then she stopped and looked at me with her sharp amber eyes.

'Do you have his photo?'

Oh no. I guess she is starting to jealous again.

But I cannot not give her Tom's photo or it will be more suspicious.

I opened my phone, and tried to see if I have Tom's photo.

I remember I have Tom's pone number when we were at the library. He wanted to know some information so I gave him the library number and my number.

His phone number's photo was him and a woman's photo. He smiled brightly and I lost in those blue eyes.

But who is that woman?

Sarah looked at the picture and said coldly, 'Quite good-looking, but he is married, isn't he?'

What?

I looked at Sarah, dumfounded.

'He wear rings on his left hands, isn't he?'

I looked at the photo again.

It was real.

I felt pained and bitterness exploded on my tongue, in my chest, especially in my heart.

The good times, memories are now faded, like the old photos, with only black and white left.

I guess the happiness are gone faster than we think.