My beloved

By the beginning of this century,I accidentally was in receipt of a card withfailiar handwriting,from the other shore of Oceania, from my beloved.In this card wrote of: To my dearest: Bless you with my heart,may you be happiness and have brilliant future. I will always remember the days we get together. Our past is worth recalling. with love susan After having read it, My eyes was bursting with tears. At midmight, I canot try to sleep, and slipped back. I got to know her in the autumn of 1998 when I just entered university. In those days, I was having some trouble with my english and college life was not as satisfactory as what I expected before. Once I failed in a test. I felt very sad and almost determined that I should give up the subject. A girl who sat next to me tried to comfort me. I knew she was good at english, but I did not like to ask her for help and I pretended thatI was all right and would not listen to her. Because I thought boys' performanceon test is always better than girls' in universtity. But, later,I did not thinkso. To my suprise, she did not feel angry or even annoyed at me impolite behavior. She just wrote me the correct answers. Later, I learned that her name was Susan. In fact, she was not attractive butbeautiful, at least, I thought. With rosy cheeks, she has a pair of bright eyes, which shine below her new-moon-like eyebrows. Within her small mouth there aretwo lines of white teeth. Her fair is curled and long, hanging down to her shoulders. After that day, she often helped me whenever she saw that I had difficulties in english. Somehow, I felt grateful to her and began voluntarilly to ask her for help. I often talked with her about my worry,and she could understand me andmy feelings, as if we had many resonance. Every day, we reviewed our lessons, had our lunch and plaped together. She told me that it was not difficult to improve my english and her english was goodbecause she was interested in it and she had developed an appropriate way to study. She also helped me to set a study plan and lent me many good book. By theend of the first term, my english had improved much and I could be promoted to pass Band Two. I found out that she was more perfect than I had expeted. She is very diligent in her lessons and very skillful in playing basketabll. Every timeshe plays, she wins the game for her side. She very liked listening enlish songs and America literture. Specailly is a song named "When a man loves a woman",sung by Macle Bulton. she liked the wordsof this song. She took dilight in reading novel. " Gone with wind" is herfavourite novel. I like it because of her. Frankly speakig, up to now I still did not understand its meanings, because there has too many old-english in itthought it is very interesting. This novel told a tragedy story about love occured in America, regards the war between the North and the South in 1861 asbackground of this story, this war is known in history as the America Civil War.She also liked the game I liked, was skate. Although she was not well in it, and she still was willing to play with me. Day and day,we begun to like each other little by little. Sometimes, I would miss her if I can not meet her in my class. I guess so did she. One day, She gotto my room and sat by my side silently, " would you think about our future?" she said. A long time, both of us did not said again. and then she went back. Infact, I wanted to tell her how I liked her, but I had no brave to say. A few days later,I finally wanted to call on her and tell her my feelings. By the time, this was the beginning of my tragedy. She found me and said, " I have to go to America with my parents" she cried out. I said nothing. I know, she could get more terms and conditions than be at china. So, I have not siad " donot go, for me, right?", never said. The date of going was coming, I did not see her off in the airport, because Ishould not let her know my feeling, if not, I know she would not leave for me. She has gone, with my love, took my glad ages. How fortunate a person would be if he could love his beloved. Perhaps I nevermeet Susan again, I only hope her could be happiness. If we would go back,if I would have another chance,I can make sure that I will say "Donot go" to her. Now, I am about to leave my campus,but I very think of the days belonged to me and Susan. I knew I lost my love! I donot know if this can be called affection! Perhaps it might be regarded as purely friendship. I really donnot know!!

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