it didn't have a name. i named it after i lost it. It had nothing to do with clover either. i just thought of if there would be a pretty five-leaf clover ever.
but i still have one glove left and don't know what to do with it. I don't want to put it high on the shelf in closet, 'cause that way it does nothing but to collect dust. I don't want to not to put it away so that i can see it often and be reminded that i lost clover. I don't want to just throw it away, so that i'll have to name it also later on and bear the name of heartless that i forced a pair of cute gloves to separate. I don't want to pair it up with other single gloves not only that would look ridiculous but it is indeed very ridiculous.
i wonder where clover is. i am worried. it may get no shelter. raindrops will drench it. sunlight will wither it. wind can tear it. lightning can scare it. I don't know if it cries for company. i wonder why i didn't just lose both of them. that way at least they can be with each other.
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Qiu-qiu(e), despite the thread of sadness in your posts, i cannot tell you how much i enjoy reading them. I feel like you could be sitting right next to me, or behind and to the left as it was for a few years - miss your daily wisdom very much.
To accompany your story of clover, i wanted to tell you a story i heard from someone here recently. He had lost a glove, and for many winters just wore one at a time, switching hands between the one keeping warm in his jacket pocket and the one wearing his clover. To avoid getting cold, I suggest you wear clover, and another glove on the other hand, and just hide one at a time in your pockets :)
hehe. cute. i have other pairs though. I guess i just wanted to say sad things so that i can feel better afterwards.
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