A boy named Sam

His name is Sam, he's my best friend.

I don't know if it's the November rain or his sad story makes me so depressed. Depressing as his story, I feel the strong urge to tell his story, so here it goes.

Sam is a clever boy.
He is smart enough to spot The Girl on first sight.

Sam is a lucky boy.
He met the girl in secondary school, lucky bastard. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a lot of people never find The One all their life. You should say how did I know that's his one. But, believe me, one just knows about these stuff. I can tell just by their pictures. And besides, more importantly, Sam knows it.


And the two became a lovely couple. They both play basketball, they both love films. Imagine what a great time they would have together, just like a fairy tale. And as any good story goes, something tragic is about to happen. As they are getting into high school, they plan to apply for the same school. Even though, Sam got his back far more secured than that girl. Even if he failed that school, he could still enter a relatively good school. But if the girl should fail, she would result in a shithole.
So, our Sam failed us, failed that girl, failed himself.


They broke up.


Five years apart. 


He is going to US, she's going to television network.


They will never come across again.




He say they are still friends. Should they?
I can't even thing about the idea that letting such a good girl go away.

I used to think that I'm dying inside, but this heart-breaking story seriously moved me.


Bless.