A Diary from a Guy Part 1
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Do you still remember the first time we met? It was the first
day in school. I was entering the school gate in a hurry when
I bumped into you as you stepped out of a luxurious Volvo. The
books you were holding fell all over the ground. I picked up the
books quickly and returned them to you along with sincere words
of apology. However, you showed me an intimidating look. That
gave me an impression that you were a wilful girl born with a
golden spoon. I rejected the possibility of being friends with
you completely and hoped not to meet you again. Surprisingly,
you turned out to be my classmate.
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I begin to know more about you as the days passed
and my opinion of you changed for the better with
each passing day. I realized that although you are
from a wealthy family but you are definitely not a
wilful girl. You are nice and friendly. You were angry
on the day we first met because I had left a footprint
mark on the poetry collection you loved dearly. We
met often during lunch breaks and I found something
in you that was different from the rest of the girls
- your passion for Chinese poetry. You would often
mumble something to yourself. Initially, I thought
that you were humming a pop song but later, I realized
that you were reciting Chinese poems from great poets.
You were so knowledgeable that you knew every poet
and which poems they composed. I was very impressed
I met you again in the study area. You were reading
the Chinese classic, "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".
Your ability to appreciate Chinese classics left me
with admiration. You were indeed unique in many ways.
Ever since that day, we would often meet in the study area to
discuss about the merits and demerits of the various characters
in the Chinese classics. Do you still remember the time when we
almost severed our friendship because we could not agree on whether
Jia BaoYu hurt Lin Dai Yu? Our argument was so fierce that we
stopped talking for a week. But when Friday came, we met in the
study area and laughed over the incident. After which we started
another petty argument.
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I could not deny it. It was a feeling I could not
identify accurately. Whenever you laughed over a joke
with other guys, that emotion filled my senses. It
took me a while before I identified it. I was in love;
the feeling was jealousy. I felt the need to express
it. But I was afraid... That you would dismiss my
feelings and we would be stuck in an embarrassing
and awkward situation. I kept quiet as I was also
afraid that our long nurtured friendship would crumble.
The news came as a shock to me. I was very worried when I learnt
that you had fainted in the canteen. I struggled to keep my worried
face in control as I looked at the ambulance that brought you
to the hospital.
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