Posted by: mstinygirl on: August 4, 2010
I once knew a boy who could write romantic poems, having a relationship with a girl who happened to be my sister’s friend when my senior high school was over. He is slim and gentleman, which is the type of my dream boy, I guess.

We used to stroll along the road, heading to home in senior high school, the air was soft and cool. And I forget to mention that we live in the same district, only in different directions, and this makes me thinking about the romance movie “Stop! Stop! Stop!” (Hong Kong Movie). We re-contacted each other when we graduated from college, both are wondering what should we do in the future. We climbed the highest mountain in our homeland on a not so cold winter morning, as far as I can recall. It likes a date, but not official a date. We talked about the misty views, the twisted path, the luxuriant forests and the melted sunrise.

It was a nice talk between us, and I was surprised to find out that we were all grow-ups at that moment. He complained about his last job and pictured his future, I remember. We end that little nice journey when we finished climbing. And never contact each other after that goodbye.

Say hello to the boy who I fell in love with secretly when I was in my beautiful age.
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