I don’t know whether you have had experienced a moment that all of your world were rotated around one person. You’ve lost your mind, while that person didn’t know it at all. When it happened? Maybe some of you like me couldn’t say it clearly. When you realized what happen to you, you already game over. It’s the Cupid’s mischief. All that we can do just accept it, no matter how painful it made us, how irrational it made us. You couldn't take it lightly, what you can do just to guess if a crush can turn into true love.I’ve been in torment for a year, many times I ask myself:“Is the thing I’ve done to her worth?”And finally I found she was the thing in the world worth me working for, worth me fighting for, worth me dying for.And now let me tell you my story with her.I still remember that day.She sank in the sunshine, without saying any words. She just stood there, in the Senior Three’s transitory noisy corridor. The shine exuded through the pore of her face, making she look so soft, so tender, making me forget what I went to do before that time. All I did was to follow her. All the places her eyes on became my given sea. If her eyes were fishing net, then, I would be the foolish fish which can only swim to the net, regardless of any orientation.She sank in the sunshine, without saying any words. She just stood there, in front of the trivial and enervated me. Her hair was the softest flannel, flying in the air, and I was so sure that her hair was the reason why the air smelled sweet-scented. I was entangled by her hair, by her flavour, I couldn’t help to guess all possible about her. There must be most holy words implied in her lips parting. If she was willing to talk to me, I would rather be her only mute, just listen to her as her saintly audience forever.She sank in the sunshine, without saying any words until the strident and ugly bell rang woke her up with a start from that timeless thought. She turned, and the soft rope of her hair tossed from side to side, which made me sink in a vacuous expression. I can’t help to silly thinking that:“What? Is she really existent?”And that’s the start of this love.I thought I must be crazy that time. Following her step, I went through all our school.I began to looking forward to make a coincidence. I imaged this time after time. In what way I could dress distinguishing that day, in what place we would meet. Would it be the corridor, or the playground, or the dormitory, or the dining hall, or the library?I was so fret that why all these places sounded so common, so corny.Cause that, my friend saw me like a cranky man, who kept talking to himself, with the facial expression’s change range from happiness to sorrow, again and again.I desire her so much. There's no one in sight. I do what I have to do. I wrote poet to her; I composed pieces of music to her; I prepared many things to her. I spare all my efforts to make things looked right.My desk mate asked curiously:“Are you fallen in love with someone?”Was I revealed my thoughts so obvious?Anyway I can't divert little concern to the question. The love’s symptoms went more and more severe.Which lucky word would be the first one sliding from her lips? What would be our first sentence? What her barrette’s colour would be? Would she discern my nervous? Would she feel that I have an excellent style of conversation?When I spoke to you my love for her loudly, what would she feel and what would she say? I kept asking this. I was losing myself. In my mind, I’ve rehearsed my love confession to her again and again.“I've been in love with you for a long time. Would you like to be with me?”When I imagined she said yes, I became a sculpture by my imagination. She engraved my brow, my motion, my sentiment. Dear lord, I even believed that it’s she engraved the air around me.But when I imagined she said no, the sculpture which engraved by her cracked immediately. She fabricated a huge collapse in my world. The sculpture toppled, the expression broke, the motion crumbled, both the air and I were disappeared.She was so powerful. She could break my heart easily.When I was young, my teacher had taught me many personal defensive skills. From which angle to assault, and how to defensive, I knew these all clearly. However, there was no one had told me that if someone spall my heart, what I should do.She was the extreme softness and extreme cruelty that I could absolute thought of. She was my leading actress forever.My desk mate, yes, still that one, said:“Just keep thinking that. You stupid guy! If things go like that, she will be other’s girlfriend one day!”“Love can make the smallest tradesmen and the lowest porters become poets. If your love to her can’t make you full of courage, is love can be love? ”If he could conceive my fear and inferiority, I knew he wouldn’t say that words so causally. How could they know she was the enchanting Esmeralda while I was the creepy and ugly Quasimodo.“If you like the weirdo, actually I was quiet beautiful.” If I used this strange sentence to convey my love to her, would she felt it was too formidable to accept?As what Eason had sung:“Nobody in the world knows the darkness in my heart.My natural instincts are so inferior.How can I fit match for you?”I didn’t know if there a mysterious power between she and me. When I knew her existence, I met her all the time, all the places.If, if I could be more bravery, maybe we have been together. However, I was not, at least that time no. I still stayed in the place where I first saw her. I still stayed there, saying nothing.And the college entrance examination ended.And that’s the end of this love.The youngsters’ hidden love is like this more or less.We taste bitter, sorrow, joy, excitement, puzzle and so on.But these experiences let us grow up more or less.And these are all the love that our ever beloved girls give us.Many people keep asking themselves that if they finally be with their ever beloved one, would they be more different and more happily than our recent? My answer is no. Because we all know the past is past. They help us, and then they left us. It’s a natural process in hidden love. We can’t beg for more.Jiu BaDao has said:“Every girl we’ve love is the candle in our life. They illumined our road to pursuit love, they give us an inconceivable power to conquer world. They are our world. They help us, step by step, to be real men.”Let’s forget our regrets, and bless our ever beloved girl.“Thank you, my fair lady. You were the apple of my life.”。