Most people say that it is impossible to get all that you want. Everyone reconsiders his conduct and learns new facts through his own experiences. In my case, I was taught what I didn't know through my experience of love. Though my love was not requited, I think now that I seemed to feel her warm love. She was my first sweetheart many years ago. You know, it is a kind of pain in my heart. Maybe you can guess that I am dying to see my old flame even now.
　　　 I first met her in front of a bus stop near my school seven years ago. I was a high school student, and she was too. I would like to introduce to you how I got to know her. One day, unluckily I found　 I had lost my wallet that contained a few bus tickets, a student identification card, a telephone card and so on. So I was broke. It was already past 10 P.M. It seemed that I had misplaced it around my classroom. Well, I think it was about thirty minutes from the school to my house. If I had walked home, I would have arrived home an hour later than I usually did. I didn't want to miss the last bus. I started to look for my friends around the bus stop only to fail.
　　　 "If only I could get just one ticket...," I muttered to myself. Just at that time, I saw a girl wearing a uniform and standing gracefully. Because I often saw the uniform, I could tell that she was a student at a girl's high school near my school. Although I felt ashamed to ask her for a ticket, I had no other way to get out of that fix.
　　　 "Excuse me...,but I'm a student at Daejin High School, you know...," I hesitated. "I lost my wallet." I was blushing with shame. "Can you lend me a ticket? I'll pay you back for your favor if we meet again, ha ha," I told her honestly.
　　　 "Ok. What's your name? Keep the promise. I mean, you must pay it back." She gave me a ticket while laughing.
　　　 "Sure! Thanks a lot. Here's my name and phone number." I tried not to look like a juvenile delinquent to her.
　　　 That's how we first met. After that, I called her because of that bus ticket I had owed her, and talked her into going to a tea shop--a fast-food restaurant, really--out of gratitude. So, we could get to know each other while chatting over tea.
　　　 She wore glasses. She was shorter than I, and a little fat. We both had to wear uniforms because we were students. She was as neat as a pin. She was a knock-out to me. I loved her white skin and her smile, and her twinkling eyes. We met at Jongro Bookstore every Sunday for two years. We were very happy just to have a chance to get away from the depression and heavy strains caused by school life. We read poems, saw movies, and sang songs together. But, there were basically some problems between us.
　　　 I remember, for example, sometimes, I tried to talk her into following my suggestion. We used to spend time in a cafe to rest. She often said, "I like to take cream and three lumps of sugar with my coffee."
　　　 Then, I just wanted to say, "Lots of sugar isn't good for your health."
　　　 "Why? I love it that way. I don't think I can change it."
　　　 "No, it is too fattening with all that sugar. So why don't　 you change your taste?" In fact, I wanted her to change her bad habits: laughing loudly with everyone watching, habitual eating between meals, being late for appointments, etc. However, she did not understand my concern. She must have regarded it as meddling in her life. But, absolutely, I did not want to make her upset.
　　　 Also, I did not keep promises. Whenever we made special plans, something always seemed to happen to me. I could not help canceling those plans reluctantly. So she always said, "It's either this or that--nothing but excuses. Your pipe dreams are always going up in smoke."
　　　 I should have talked with her and made her understand these situations. These were my problems. I recall now that I was not mature enough to understand her and control my irresistable passion. I thought that she was almost totally in my hands. I regret having been one-sided.
　　　 Now, looking back upon my sad but pleasant memories, I have come to realize that real love starts with trust, concern and understanding for each other. That is what I have learned about true love, and furthermore, about true human relationships.