I could never ever forget the day I met the love of my life. Standing on the corridor when she came
out of the classroom door and that day she was carrying a purple bookbag with purple ribbons, and it
was so beautiful that my breath stopped for a moment. That moment felt like eternity. As she smiled,
she had dimples on her cheeks, and they were visible through her wheat-colored skin. I remember I
would always head home with her, a popsicle in my hand. I'd pick flowers from the trees and put
them on her hair, and she would smile at me like a small cat being patted. In fact, she was so
delicate and innocent that I could not imagine anyone hurting her, or even any social affairs
entering her life, it would be devastating to her because she is like crystal.