I was 18 when we met. The first time I saw her in the street and my heart began terribly beating, but I showed the white feather and didn't come to her... Her image then followed me everywhere, so I went that same street very often, hoping to meet her again. And the wonder happened! I saw this pretty girl again! I quickly bought a flower and came to her saying: "Darling, don't let me die... My life is in your hands! Please, give me a chance to live and be happy. Let me invite you for a date..." She gifted me with her charming smile and our romance started….I loved her madly, I devoted myself to make her life interesting and bright! Our dates were so different, we boated, we rode horseback, we had picnics on roof, we walked in lovely places where I read my verses to her...
But then our romance stopped, as unexpectedly as started… Her family moved to other city. At first we exchanged letters, and I planned to come to her. However, I haven't done… It was time for me to enter