Hope turn into despair. Hope turn into disappointment.

I missed those time when we were staying happily together. Now, you became a distant memory. There is one thing always on my mind. If I get a degree from England, at least, we education level is same. Even when we was together, I was afraid that people will accused me as social climber.

Now?

I desperately want to improve English to get scholarship. And then, I am going to apply job at FMI. I would like to see you and you can think me as one of your level.

I miss you from the bottom of my heart.