I used to know only one "love". My love for my mom and dad. Until I met Lian-ge when I first stepped foot in kindergarten.
Among all the kids there, he stood out the most. I meant that literally, because he was the tallest one in class. So my eyes went straight to him, this tall boy who was surrounded by everyone.
It was hard to miss him, really, because there was always a crowd around him. Everyone loved him. He had always been kind and funny.
I was ascertained by that fact since the first thing he did when he saw me walked in with the teacher was, greeting me with a huge grin on his face.
I still remembered how he stretched out his hand and said in a kind voice, "Hi! My name is Lian Hua. Let's be friends!"
There was no hesitation in his eyes or the pretentious fake smile like any other kids who came after him. I might be an introvert and quiet but I had been sensitive since young.
