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Ten years ago as I was in the first grade of SMU, Love was such a hard thing that never I could do. Day by day I faced a loneliness with full of regret, even my tiring tears of my eyes seemed bored to drop. I never knew or realized how it would come to me very often.The inspiration why to think was – saw the different of other people luck who always got success for the case of happy lover story. Here the story started. Once I entered the class room and no body wasn’t there, so I preferred myself for reading each books that I brought. Suddenly a girl came in into the class, She said nothing just set down in the left row of my seats. The concentration was perfectly lost of my book reading, something that I did –was just looked at her carefully and I began asking to myself curiously ” Who is a pretty girl ? why doesn’t she ask meany thing ? “ not long after ward, the students of my class began to join for the first period lesson. The school subject That I followed –was absolutely nothing, still I couldn’t focus on to it. The only thing I could do was having a look at her cute face. Than I managed myself to have a great plan , encouraging me to have a chat with her. In a school-break, the opportunity was in my side, I came to get closer and said politely “ would you be good enough to let me sit beside you? “ What’s too bad she just smiled at so I turned back to my seats hopelessly. till the end of learning process I couldn’t manage myself better. I went home alone through the path of rice field. Along my way home I cried out of my heart. At home I regretted what I had done to her, and I took my pen, began writing a poem” To you I never everNever will my eyes keep open wide to youNever will my heart lost for those who paint bloodHow pretty people thinkHow ugly I am thinking ofWould I be the king to roleNone of Love I step of To you I never ever “ Emotionally through the poem I made and as the rest of energy I took a sleep. The following day, I went to school happily, not thinking much about the story of my yesterday. I face the world so strongly as a man. Every time I glanced to the girls around me, the poem reminded me not to do. However as human being sometime I denied or ignored the commitment . The girl that I meant likely dancing to steal my vision out, no matter hard I tried to escape but still I could not lost my desirable to get approach with her. In the end of my story , she already had a boy friend .they were a romantic couple likely the butter flies dancing over the school garden made any one got jealousy for attracting . How break my heart at that time and constructed me to become a man of no girl forever.