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November 11, 2009
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It was nearly the New Year, the time when I always went out to buy stuffs for parents. They were busy and wanted me to help them decorating our house. But this day I went out with my classmates, we hadn't seen each others for two weeks. One of my girl friend suggested having lunch. When I was telling some funny stories, my classmates were laughing, there was a boy came next to me. He said that he wanted to make friend with us. After the introduction, we knew he went to this cafeteria with a group. All of them are in grade 11. At this moment, I notice a special boy, who was sitting behind others. It wouldn't be anything to remember if this night I didn't receive SMS from a strange number. I learned many things about this stranger after asking him some questions. He was the person who I noticed at the first sight in the group I had met this morning. Now remember, he was also the most handsome boy I had ever seen. From this night on, we talked many times and sometimes we dated, sometimes I went to his house which is such a great villa. 

"I remember every night and every morning. You always send me SMS and wished me nice dream, nice day. All were English. Of course I understood but I had difficulty in replying all in English. Then I asked my deskmate. These days were really a dream for me. Every SMS I had got was a note of the tune which I considered as the love song for my own life."

"I remember every time you came over to my house and picked me up. We went everywhere. Park, restaurant, cinema, your school, ... You made me think that though I was only a fifteen-year-old girl and only in grade 9 of secondary school, I had the opportunity to fall in love."

"I remember. It was a beautiful afternoon. I came to you rvilla. The first time you invited me to go into your room. The largeness and luxury surprised me at all. I specially noticed your photo collections n the wall. When I was watching them, you secretly come towards me, stayed close behind me. Suddenly you kiss me. A wet and hesitated kiss - my first kiss. It didn't last too long but heart couldn't stop beating faster. There has no permanent love, only has permanent moment of love. I think it will ever and forever be my permanent moment"

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November 7, 2009
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today, I introduced with my friends my story, which I have written for months.....

The cactus 

Written by a seventeen-year-old girl

10 years ago, I met you in my neighborhood, in front of my house, you were crying because of hurt fingers. Although you were older than me by 3 years, I had not considered you as a friend or brother, I always laughed at your weakness.

8 years ago, on a sunny day, your grandfather brought you home a cactus, I noticed you hated it very much, and only admired from a distance. I wondered why.

6 years ago, you told me a story. It was 4 years ago, when his hand got stuck in a cactus, it was injured severely. The image of his bloody hand was marked deeply in his mind. The first time, I cried, not for myself.

3 years ago, when I was 14, you were 17. I slowly understood what was laying on my heart, I really didn't want to say goodbye every afternoon. You taught me how to complete homework in the right way. You inspired me by telling anecdotes which filled me with warmth, you took some twilight photos for me which I saw every night before sleeping time. I had thought you were my life. A girl had no friend. She survived deathly and slept until you came. Yesterday, my father presented me a small cactus.

2 years ago, my cactus grew up and had a lot of flowers. My father said that cactus only bloomed once a year. The first time in my life, I knew flowers of cactus existed. I contemplated them with much eagerness. A plant that seems to make people hurt, seems to be tough, seems to live lonely, can bloom. You said "I love cactus", "why? ", "because it is the same as you", "why?", "you are lonely, you are surrounded by chilliness made from your melancholy childhood, but there has been a hidden power, waits for the right time. And the result are flowers or your smiles". We always think that cactus is bad when we still don't see its flowers. I wanted to say something to you. Why was it so difficult to open my mouth?

1 year ago, you went away from me. Your parents supplied you with an amount of money for studying abroad. You said: "Can I bring your cactus to where I live?", "why?". You laughed: "I love your cactus". Your image was becoming blurry and then totally lost on the runway. Really, I missed you so much, I cried like a rain the day after you disappeared. Finally, I understood, I had been loving you for years. Why couldn't I realize it? Why couldn't I say? Why couldn't I come out of my shell? And, why couldn't you love me? ....

Today, I learn the news that you died. Two days before you left, the cactus had died on a stormy night. It brought you to the heaven and now you are doing the same with me.

*And for those left moments, I truly feel you love me as well

 

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