He is one of my high school classmates. When I was in high school, I never talk too much, not even talk to any boys. I was too shy to speak with a boy, therefore, at that time, study is everything I know there. Because it's the first time I left home for school, I always being homesick while I seldom call my parents because every time I heard their voice I want to cry and I don't want them to know I was weak to stand the hard life. I was always in a blue mood. Since then, I know what unhappiness and loneliness is. So I always hope there is someone appear in my life and ease my pain. But it is always a dream that never come true. Thus you can feel how jealous I am when I saw intimate couples together in our class. And time goes by, I have just go through my high school life with study stuffs and without boyfriend not even too much friends.

After I graduate from college, I collect the pictures of my former classmates, I have know the boy again. He is so emotional, and always writes some bad mood of himself and something sounds philosophical. I have read all of them and want to know what happened to him these years. Gradually I found that he is a really good guy who i s a subtle and refined sensibility and very suitable to be the good friend. So I talked with him. Every time I chat with him on line I feel so happy and never want to stop it . I find I really like him, like his personality. I feel he is boy of many good virtue. Although, we two always quarreled before the class was beginning at high school. And we don't even communicate with each other and know about each other.

Through many times chatting on line, I find myself always want to chat with him and think about him, every time he write something about himself I want to read it and even if I know he don't write it for me, I always want to read it and imagine that he is missing me and want to learn about me like I want to do the same for him. Unfortunately, everything is just like a bubble which is easily broken, because he never know the feeling I hold about him. I just pretend not to be so exciting to talk with him and not like and care so much about him. Because I am not sure he have the same feeling to me like I do to him.

Sometimes I was tortured by myself. Why can't I be rational enough, and just leave it? Why always let him appear in my mind and let me worried about it and don't want to do anything meaningful? If I was a vampire , that would be great. Because I can lock my emotion and do things without bothering by the unimportant and annoying mind.