Love is pain

       The first time I heard your name, it was from other's mouth. I didn't know you.

       The first time I saw you, it was in the drama play, you wanted to read what I would read. Then you gave up because I persisted.

       The first time I admired you, it was due to your singing and poem reciting. So fluent and beautiful they were that we cheered for you.

       The first sport I played with you was our favorite -Ping Pong ball. You were defeated but then you learnt so quickly, so did me. I said I wanted to continue. But you said:"It's late, so let's play next time. Chances are enough.''

      The first textmessage was an invitation given by me. Then second, third...untill you no longer replied.

       Dear Zhang, how can I forget your name from now on since it is repeated in my mind every morning I get up and every night I go to bed?

       How can I forget your face from now on since it impresses on me so deeply that I can think of you when you are absent?

        How can I forget your singing and poem reciting since your voice rings in my ear when I feel lonely?

        How can I wait untill next time to play with you since how I hope time never flowed when I were with you?

       I wait for your reply, patiently and painfully. It has been said that love can be an annoying thing. Now I admit that. How can I get out of pain without your understanding. I will never let go untill I am hurt.