Rain is not the beautiful thing; the most dramatic fancy is the eave that you and I stand during the rain.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                   --------Preface

It was the first time that I had met him. He sat on the stair of the playground with the sun ray shining his handsome face and short black hair. His lips played a little bit smiles. He was the most beautiful person wearing uniform that I had never seen before. I heard the sound of falling in love and the stronger beats going off form my heart. He sat on the stair of the playground while I just stood downstairs. I watched his smile. I stared at his profile. At that moment, I just cannot get my sight away from him, even though I didn’t know his name. However, I kept in silence, because this time I didn’t know who he was.

 Fortunately, I was in the same club with him. After the first encounter, I asked almost everyone that I knew to gain his information, but it was not all I wanted. I expected and waited for the next time we met.

It was the second time that I had met him. I called his name. I was on the way to the club and so did he. He walked in front of me, wearing the uniform and a black down jacket. He heard and looked back with the jacket blown in the wind. Time paused. I was happy that he turned around to me yet I was upset about what I could talk to him because for him I was a stranger. He just glanced and then turned back to keep walking. I just watched his figure meanwhile. This time I also kept in silence because he had no idea about who I was.

Fortunately, with the increasing number of activities, he and I had connected more. I got his phone number in front of a teaching building. Without desk, he borrowed my back to write down his number on paper. The sun shined two happy faces and remembered this moment that never happened again.

It was the last time that I had met him. He graduated. He was enrolled in another high school. He would get in new environment where I was not here and started a new life where I faded away. I kept in deep silence because this time I had to lose him without saying any word about I loved him.

It was my silent secret. It was my first love.