adapted from poj 2482
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**Fleeting time does not blur the memory of you. Has it really been three years since i first saw you? I still remember, vividly, on that memorable campus three years ago, the entire details of how i encountered you that afternoon. From the moment i saw your smile, through the window when you were walking down the aisle and unwittingly turned round, with breezes softly touching your hair and sunshine gently kissing your cheek, i knew, for certain, that i had already drawn on you. From then on, your grace and elegance, your motivation towards life as well as your inspiration were all impressed on me. You are the glamorous girl whom i always dreamed of sharing the rest of my life with. However, having thought over it again and again, i still didn’t dare to take a step further. Instead, i did nothing but waited, waited in hope of that a more appropriate opportunity would come out sooner or later, waited in hope of that i would one day have the predominance of courage over my timidity and nerve to say the word to you. Not until graduation -- i couldn’t believe just in a blink of an eye we had arrived at the moment to wave hands and say goodbye -- did i realize how fool and coward i was.
That day, having parted with my friends one after another, i came back to the classroom perhaps for the last time to check everything out. It was at the aisle through the window that I saw a figure packing up inside and it suddenly occurred to me that it was you. At that moment, it was like all those sentiments accompanied with memories of the past three years simultaneously welled up, mostly like a reflection of that afternoon at the very beginning when you were at the same aisle with the soft sunset glow casting on you. However, despite all of this romantic illusions clearly emerged in my mind, i once again, in accordance with expectations in retrospect , failed to spell them out to you.
“Regret”, it was the word that has hovered over my mind all the time. However deeply i blamed myself for this,though, i realized that no matter how many chances were given to me, i would just repeat the track and live down to delivery of that words. Meanwhile, living in a world full of complexity and uncertainty, everything is indefinite, only guaranteed to last for a length of a breath. Given to this, i thought to myself, that the best way for me to do, from my own perspective, is to write down my little secrets which i had no idea how to convey to you from start as a teenager before. That is what this letter is about.
Recall that there was a famous poem When we two parted written by Byron, including a verse like :
if i should meet thee after long years how should i greet thee with silence and tears
I think we don’t have to drink on tears If someday, somewhere, we have a chance to gather together, i hope we would share our own experiences and remind of our mutual memories cheerfully. At that time, for certainty, i would express myself personally, faithfully, genuinely, on how much gratitude i had to you.
Farewell, my princess!