On the one who’s right for you, but got away, translated…
During the era where phones are prevalent, writing letters became, the hottest way of making friends. It was my last year of high school, in order to balance out the pressures of the college entrance exams, I’d posted a friends ad onto a well-known magazine, and stressed that I will only reply back, if the people interested attached their photographs.
A young girl with bunny front teeth caught my attention. She’d moved to Tainan with her older brother, was readying for her high school entrance exams. She has an overly used first name, wrote like a guy would, with forward thoughts, and would often start arguing really vehemently with me using her pen, she’d even warned me, that her older brother belonged to the junior police squads (which was enough to send a lot of the adolescent boys running for their lives). We’d often wrote many letters to each other per day, and sometimes, we’d even, hoped for the express mail to get delivered on the day we wrote.
Not long thereafter, we’d met up. She looked just like her photograph, with the paler complexion, and looke, it’d staid very slimly. With a thick Taiwanese accent when she’d talked in Chinese, and it’d made me feel fresh, I thought she was cute too. We’d become like two old friends, carried on in conversation by Hoping E. Road as we strolled, as I was very passionately talking about something to her, then came, “Lang!”, she’d frozen stiff, stood where I was. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw a man who looked really angry, riding a police issued motorcycle, parked right beside her. I didn’t know what to do, and instead of rushing in to save her, I’d, scattered for my life.
A week later, I’d received a letter from her classmate, it’d stated that her brother was out of uniform, and patrolling, found her with a bad adolescent, and after that, her brother watched her even more closely, and it would be difficult, for her, to even write to me now. But, we’d, felt encouraged by the hardships that’s come between us, and wrote even more frequently to one another, given each other encouragements, hoped that we will both do very well on the examinations coming up soon.
The results of our exams came, she successfully got into the first All-Girls’ High School in Taipei, and I, into N.T.U. Having lived my former years in suppression, I’d entered into the open, freer N.T.U., I’d let myself go for quite a while, gotten involved with countless number of extracurricular activities, worked as a tutor to earn my own way, gone to the dances………and, it’d caused me, to lag behind on my scholastic performances too, and I’d started, writing Lang less, and less.
But, we’d, kept in touch over the years, in her last year of high school, she’d invited me to the birthday celebration of her school, my family loved how naïve and untainted she was, and would often invite her over for the meals, and, as we saw one another, we’d, given one another encouragements. After I graduated college, life wasn’t as well, other than being upset by my own life, I’d, shut myself off from the world, lost contact with her.
After all of these years, I’d gone through countless encounters of love and romance, gotten hurt each and every single time. And now, in my sixtieth year, everything in my past had, flashed by my sight. I’d, looked back, and found, that Lang, whose hands I’d never even touched, was the one, that I had, loved most deeply.
So, this is on the one that got away, this young woman may have been the one for you, but, you got lost, in the colorful life of the university, and the two of you lost touch through the years, and, she’d, stayed on your mind, because she was, the very first girl you’d given your heart to…