(Continuing from page 2)instantly by your first word to me, I’m not overstating, if you didn’t see then, that was only because I hid it too well, I was a gift actor, to both you and her. So there was seldom an opportunity for you to find anything out of me, at least at the first moment we met. I remained clam and easy, and finished the rest of my job just as every other teacher did, that must make your first impression on me ordinary then, but I would rather it bad, then you might hate me and my name would be engraved on you heart, even if it was dirty, unbearable, hideous, but never as ordinary as a passer-by.

So you were indifferent towards me, resembled in her, no, there were no fault of you two, but mine. Oh, forgive me please, I’m always comparing you to her, I’m not taking you as an alternative of her, I can tell the differences between you two by many features since my first glance upon you, but you voice-oh, my poor Psychology! Describing one’s own feel is a job too hard for me, and I didn’t consider it seriously before picking my poor pen up. But please, please trust me, I wasn’t, am not, and won’t be such a man who takes a girl as an alternative of anther. If you don’t love to, that means you have sentenced me to death. She used to be my favor, but nothing more than memory now. You attract me by her voice, but I never considered you as her.

Things didn’t start in falling in love instantly, but my curiosity. I started to observe you secretly to ensure the differences between you and her; after all, I was that insane teenager no more, but a man of sensibility. I found something like the previous one and something more different-something special to me. Appearance despite, what mattered were your tenderness and goodness that you didn’t attempt to hide well, they could move thousands and thousands of men’s hearts! How could I get rid of it!

Perhaps, there were always many kind and gentle girls and women surrounding me, but I was too lazy to learn who and where they were, until you came with the familiar voice. You became the only one who could attract my attention-perhaps every girl at your age was nice, but I could only find you.

What I could do was to keep seeing you, seeing you, and seeing you in every instant when you were at school. However, there was once an accident sent me angry with you, it might be the only obvious chance for you to notice I was really caring about you, but you just blew it, in a simplest way as if blowing the ashes away.

Mentioning that can only depress me heavily, so please believe that I’m telling the fact, or I will have no courage to write on. On that very that, I was staring out of the window-my position in the teachers’ office had a wonderful sight of your classroom, and you were there. However I was disturbed by anther mathematic teacher soon. I can’t quite remember what we talked about-that was of no importance to me. Then a terrible scream went through the windows and pieced my ears. I guessed that was from a boy who hurt himself badly by carelessness which I got angry with for it made me have no idea of what to do again. The mathematic teacher dragged me to the window to have a glance. Yes, that was what I had guessed-a boy who fell to the hard ground while playing basketball, who was a student of mine, a classmate of yours.(to be continued by page 4)