It was the last day of 2009.

Class was over early in the afternoon. I could not wait rushing to my room and collecting my trifle to my elder sister’s home.

The platform of the light-train was full of people. Some just came back from work, some maybe went to date and some couples may prepare for the high in the evening. I waited for the train in the front of go-direction as usual. There was a terrible time in the train: it was hot not as a cold winter at all, and smelly fuck haunted me.

Unfortunately, in the first stop, I saw her. She is the girl whom I loved in my first year of college. For years, I hope I could meet her in the same train in order to chat with her and see her smiling. Today, my dream came true. But it was too late. Besides her there stood a tall and handsome boy who took her bag with his left arm and held her hand with his another hand. Obviously, he is the right boy of hers.

I couldn’t remember the day I saw her, either did I remembered the seats we sat in the library. But what impress me most is that she finally sat faced to me after walking around among the tables looking for place. She pulled out the chair without its legs scratching the ground. Then sat down, opened the books and lost into them.

On the train, after passing several stations, few people left. She and hers found seats. Still, she lean her head on his shoulder.

Several months later we recognized to each other. She is major in finance and doing well in that course. Sometimes we studied together in the library, had launch in the refectory(only once), played QQ games in the net and I always failed.

Of course, the topic we talked mostly was our studies. She had the test of Intermediate Course of Interpretation twice but without any consequence. So I decided to try that course too. Actually I wanted to use that chance to have more time with her. In order to know more about the test, I always studied all day long. She lent the notes of the course to me and helped me a lot. And both of us intended to prepare for the graduate student test. I begin to think that maybe its the intersect of our destiny

For the next year, I connected to her frequently to strengthen the relationship. Until that day, she told me her inward felling. And she got steady with the boy. The truth hit me hard, and for a while I felt like forgetting everything I had learned.

From then on, I saw them two together in the campus. And every times we past throught each other she waved to me and I presented smile reluctantly. That princess has long gone and this stupid boy was all that’s left. Nothing came I can handle so on I go.

There is no wonder that she give up that two courses. But I, had pasted the Intermediate Course of Interpretation, is preparing for the graduate student test now.

They had arrived at their destination, and disappeared in the crowd. I think even thought it is a harsh fact to face, I must got to live with that.

The 2009 becomes history, and 2010 is at the corner. Get busy remembering, or get busy preparing. That is goddamn right.