My 17

My 17, was the season of love. He is the main character and everything in my 17.

This is not really a story....i just remember some fragmented scenes. When u think back, it's like watching snap shot photos or postcards.

We never know each other. We never kissed. The only "contact" we had, was he picked up the basketball for me. May be he has hit my shoulder by accident in the staircase behind the stage, while they finished their show and it's our turn to play the drama. But the environment is too dark....i dont know.

However, he appeared in one of my photo. I took photos with our teacher, he's at the back, looking to our direction, so he's in the picture too. He may never know that. But i keep the photo and the secret.

I never tell him that i love him. He is a distance dream that never realize, well, I dont mind it stays as a dream forever; dream is always more beautiful than the reality.