Last night my dream man got engaged.
No pain, no surprise. His fiancee is a pretty, sweet BBC girl with a tender smile on face. A face Just like his mum, so soft and pure.
I know he will have such a happy ending since I knew him. Since the year before last year. I told myself he is the right one for me when I saw him in the first sight. But I was also sure I was not the one for him.
We met on the coach to London Heathrow airport, from that day on I have addicted to James Blunt's You are beautiful. I saw a fragile me in his black eyes, and too afraid to go for him.
He has too much good things that I can die for, but a figure that was too high to climb over.Like I am a little 7 years girl, shyly looking up to my prince and waiting for a careless glance.
I wrote him several letters when he was in Hongkong, I went his hometown to cast about any trace from him. I was so crazy for every reply from him. I was so eager to see him for a second time.
Until the day in HongKong.
There he was. Still has long hair covering half of his glitering face,still is so peaceful and bright. But only a little difference.
He is with her.
I hidden myself behide my big Vogue. My heart is beating fast. Oh, I finally see him after almost three hundred sleepless nights.But he has already got a company.
And He did forget me. He even cannot remember my name.
Alright. Mark. Farewell. Please be happy with your pretty young lady. And wish in the next life, you will love me and be with me.