User:Kin B.Lin/sandbox

My Story When talking about myself, I have no idea which word is suit for me. It is too difficult for me to write down my strong point and my weak point. So I just want to tell you my story which may show you who really I am. It was a long story about she and me. She was my friend, my sister and my soul mate. I have to admit that she was a good fellow who gave me a lot of fun. We did have a good time. However, something happened to her. Her parents divorced, so she had to leave our hometown and moved to another city with her mother(I knew that after she left). I noticed something wrong with her those days because she was no longer laugh when I shared some funny things to her. I did not like that feeling which could make me crazy. So we have a quarrel that day. She must be so angery. Every time she would make peace with me after the friction, but not this time. I missed her. I want to see her. But I didn’t make a move. I was afraid that she would laugh at me if I asked her forgiveness at first. I had no doubt that she would find me first. After three days, I heard the news that she moved to a remote city and never come back. Finally, she left me without saying goodbye. At first, I blew the ceilling. I thought I would never forgive her even though she came back. But every time I passed by her house, I couldn’t help knocking her door. If she answer it, she would still be my best friend. So forgetable as I am, I thought I would not think about her when I woke up. But I was wrong. I remembered her laugh, her words and her beauty vividly. I thought I really missed her. I was too arrogant to admit my mistake. I regreted. I should find her first after the quarrel. If she came back, I would say “I am sorry, and I miss you”. As it said that time is a good medical, it can fade down your grief and your pain. But what about the scar? My arrogantness made me lose my friend, while it also taught me how to treat people, and how to love my lovers.