This is what happened…
He had been in
He looked in the front of the book and saw a name,
Surprisingly, Harlyss answered John’s letter. They soon began to correspond back and forth throughout the war. “Her letters were just like the marvelous notes she had written in that book,” John recalled. “She was so comforting and so helping.”
One time, John had confessed in a letter that he had been scared to death when they flew over
As they continued to write, John began to realize the he was having romantic feelings toward Harlyss. He wrote, “Send me a picture ,” and she replied, “No, I won’t. Relationships are not built on what people look like.”
Still, he was intrigued by her and longed to meet her in person. Finally, the day came when he was to return to the states on leave. He mentioned in one of his letters that he was coming home and would like to take her to dinner. She had arranged to meet him in
At last the day had come. John waited nervously to finally meet the girl he though he loved. Here is how John described his first meeting with Harlyss Maynell:
“A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. She had blonde hair that lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were as blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had gentle firmness, and in a pale green suit she looked like spring-time come alive!
Excitedly, I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a red rose. As I moved her way, she noticed me. A small provocative smile curled her lips.
“Going my way, soldier?” she asked coyly. I took another step closer to her. It was then that I saw… Harlyss Maynell with the red rose in her coat, directly behind the girl in green. My heart sank. She was a woman well past forty. She was plump. She had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. Her thick ankles were thrust into low shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I had to make a choice. Shoul I follow after the beauty who had just spoken to me? Or stay and face poor Harlyss Maynell?
I made my decision and I did not hesitate. Turning toward the woman, I smiled. Even as I began to speak, I felt choked by bitter disappointment. “You must be Miss Maynell,” I said, extending my hand. “I’m so glad you could meet me. Will you join me for dinner?”
The older woman’s face then broadened into a smile. “I don’t know what this is all about, son,” she replied, “but you know that young woman in the green suit who just went by? I met her on the train. She begged me to wear this rose in my coat. She said that if you should ask me to dinner, to tell you she’s waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of a test.”
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-> This is one of the best love stories I have ever read. It gives me a definition of genuine love, something chosen not just a feeling of physical attraction. Though the man admitted he was disappointed (maybe he created images of the girl as a perfect maiden), he did not left the old lady and run for the girl in green. And because of His good heart, he received a reward. A gift he did not expect but he greatly deserves. He is a brave man indeed.