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Women are a special kind of thingWomen are a special kind of thing. They attract you first by the body and then this charisma deepens into your soul. By this way, love is produced. Ten years ago, I fell in love with a girl. She looked amazing then. I was totally attracted by her. Then, after one year of sweet marriage life, I was called up to join the army. Of course, I believe severing the nation is as great as love. However, it was not long since the joining that I was trapped into a plot, heavily injured. That was a dreary winter day. Lack of liveliness, lack of warmth, I woke up after a deep coma, only to find myself lying in a dense bush. I quickly made sense of what had happened. I got separate from others and I was lost in the ancient forest. There seemed to be no food or water around me, and what's worse, no sign of living things at all. For quite a while, I was sure to die there, from either the freezing weather or the bleeding wound. Both of them could be the terminator for me, since I was so weak to cry out for help or remove myself out of there. I didn't know exactly how much time I had laid there, half dead. But I did remember when I was trying to turn my stiff body over, something knocked on the ground. That was the Cartier necklace she gave to me before I left. She held it tightly, took it over in my hand and looked me deep into the eye. That was the last glimpse I caught of her eye before I left, and I was afraid that would be the last one before I died.

I held that necklace as tightly as she did on the departing day. Every memory was so vivid as of it had happened yesterday. I could even smell her perfume and sense her existence by the delicate Cartier jewel. Not until this day did I fully understand what was behind the superficially beautiful jewel. That was not its royal atmosphere not its skillful cutting, not its fantastic design, pure material, or magnificent structure. That was love, the hidden love behind the surface. At that moment, I came to realize why Cartier stood refined in face of flying time and why more and more couples chose Cartier jewelry as their only witness to loyalty and sincerity. That was all because Cartier jewelry was more than a decorative wearing. It was the symbol for love and the strength love owned. I lay there, thinking about all these things. The experiences I shared with her slipped through my brain, like an old film. Suddenly, I reopened my half-close eyes and struggled to my feet. I felt something was injected into my body and my soul, and to my amazement, I should move slightly. I had no idea about what had happened. The only impression I keep now is that I murmured my lover's name repeatedly until I succeeded in staggering out of that hell. Seeing it today, I seem to have understood everything. Since I'm a complete antitheist?the only explanation is that there indeed exists miracles in our life, and that miracle can only be found in love.

Cartier, My Lucky Charm in Risky Life

By: ellery1987

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