This is the most touching and the most heart breaking romance
story I have ever heard. The only Utopian romance happened around
me. Maybe the relationship that never materialized is the prettiest
one.

Talked to my friend, and he liked what I did to his email. Here is
something he wanted to change. He really hope that girl will
eventually read about it. Maybe there is still hope?


--Re-post and minor edited with the authorization of the original author
who wrote this email to his three closest friends--

You guys don't know each other. However, I would like to share my
story with you. What happened to me recently, or even what
happened to me in the last 20 years. I do have someone I really love,
not that I has been goofy around all these years.

I don't know when I fell to her.
Overwhelmed by all the things in adult's world
, a six year old, innocent, fearless girl showed up in my life. 
Those were nice conversations, no disguise, no boundary.
Being with her like the little pure stream going through my heart,
and even the worst Tsunami wouldn't have shattered me. Other people
around us was just dust.
Best summers of my young life, all the medals, money,
but she is the only thing lasts. I knew it was not romance, then.


After all those year, I came to Colorado for my graduate school.
Life was routine for me, going to classes,
filing reports, taking tests, etc. To me,
Colorado was just one of the stops in my life.
I went back home one summer.
I met her again in a gathering party.

She was a high school student then, tall and attractive.
 She had that Meg Ryan kind of smile
that I couldn't take my eyes off.
I went back to Colorado.
I couldn't get my mind off her.
Could that once six years old girl stole my heart?

The day I graduated, I called it an end to my ex.
I didn't know what happened.
My heart was ice cold when I  said it to her.
The passion was not there any more.
After that, all the dates were merely just dates to me.
For a few month, I was jobless.
I called her, and enjoyed talking to her in regular based.
She had a smart way of getting my mind off my jobless period.
Her life turned into part of my life.

Finally, 
my moved to Dallas with the best thing ever happened to my career.
That first one million dollar in my life changed my attitude.
Going back home with that money in my account didn't change much.
She just finished her joint entrance college exam.
Not doing as well as most people expected, she started to show
her uniqueness.

She asked me for my opinion about majoring in Political Science.
I told her the best thing someone ever told me to change me life:
"College is for you to prepare your life, rather than for you to land
a job."
Back home, I had his words in my mind and told her those exact words.
"No, I really think basic science, either nature or social science, is
what sticks with you for the whole life. Majoring in business might
land her a good job the day she graduate, but she won't be happy."
I even discussed with her parents about her decision when they
asked about my opinion during their morning hiking in Shihman Dam with my dad.
She got into what she believed she liked.
I felt that I finally entered her life.
Our lives were crossing.

I moved to New York.
Working in the Wall Street was lots of fun.
I explored my life.
Lincoln center was my home theater.
Lower Mahhanttan was
my dining room.
The village was my closet.

I called her in regular base.
We talked, exchanged our way of thinking.
We wrote to each others with pages of our thoughts.
She pick up a lot of good things about social science.
She met lots of friends at college.
She did a lot of volunteer and charity work.
Decent college life made her even more attractive.
Hearing how she saw things, how she handled things, how she made
decisions, how she got sad, and how she felt happy became part of
my life.

She was the only person who can have deep conversation about
almost everything. She knew my root, and she knew how I thought.
No matter how late/early in the morning I got back to my home, I still
have the strong impulse to call her.I always tried to picture how she
looked like when she talked, then go on my life with the best mood
I could be in.
Her voice, her reasoning, her story were always able to refresh my
mind,
and re-energize me.
I found my soul mate.
Dreaming about her was the best part of my life.

For no reason, she said to me one day:
"There is too much distance between us."
Was it age? Was it the cross-pacific distance? Was it something else?
Why she said that?
She noticed my feelings to her?
We still talked, and wrote to each other.
I just put those words behind me.

When she went to Europe, my feelings to her grew even stronger..
She learned the European cultures, and knew more about what I talked
about regarding globalization..
She even visited places that I never went, or even heard of.
She started to teach me about things I didn't know.
She enriched me my life.
She was explaining all kind of social activities in the way I never thought of.
I enjoy talking to her even more.
I felt that we are going to have the opportuniy once she finishes her education.
I told myself:
"She is the one."


I tried to meet her in several trip to France.
It never happened.
Finaly, this summer before she was leaving Europe for home, I was able to
squeeze in couple days with her in Paris.
We were strolling in Paris street,
walked from Norte Dame, to Luvre, to Concorde Square, to left bank,
to the theater area.
We talked but I was never paying attention.
I just looked at her, her smile, her laugh, her voice, her body language,
the way she was so serious about things were so attractive.
She was the one I always want to spend my life with.
Later that night, we went to the concert, the night they played my
favorite symphonie: Beetohven's No.6 "Pastoral.
She told me she liked No. 3 "Eroica" more.
Now, I know what she meant about the distance.
I took her to Cafe de I'Industrie for a drink.
We talked about life in the future.
She still had the dream she was pursuing,
and I was about to enjoy my life away from all the things she was
interested in.
I only care about skiing in Aspen, diving in Cancuun.
Our paths are diverging,
or our paths might have been in parallel the whole time, for the whole twenty years!

Six months passed.
I still has feelings to her.
I still talk to her, but the fire inside me is dying each time we are on the phone.
I missed the feeling of the only time I had my arms tied on her body,
the way I smell her hair on top of Eiffel Tower.
It was close but it never happened.
I knew I didn't want it to happen.
Now, my mind is full occupied on building my house,
the cottage is going to be a mansion here at the foothill.

I still dreamed about having her to be the hostess of the house.

I keep asking myself,
"Should I go ahead to start dating tomorrow?"
-----Here, I have to mentioned my best friend.
He was a physics major.
He changed me the most by the passionate way he lived.
He could never stop when it comes down to basic science and Taoism, sometime sports.
He changed his major to EE just for the sake of scholarship, just for him to be able to afford to be in US..
It was the first time he did something differently from what he liked to.
EE is the one that can land you a decent job but I never saw him that depressed, and helpless.
He was the pioneer in internet and multimedia in the graduate school.
He had great connection, from George Lucas to Paul Allen.
He was able to land jobs for tens of people, and more than ten of them later became millionaires.
He met Jackie Chan, Jet Li in different Hollywood parties, and his students went to work on the special effect for the movie "Water World"
BUT, he had more fun sweating in his independent baseball games in the Southern California desert.
He finally quit his job, the position in the company he co-funded.
He took a much lesser job but more related to basic science.
He was the only one I knew turned down multi-million offers several times.
He was the only told me that ending my relationship could be the best thing happened in my life.
"Now, you can go ahead to find your true love."
He didn't know I had feel for her at that day.
I believe he meant ending a relationship could help me on finding the career I want.
----------------The end

I hope my friend can enjoy this classical Simon and Garfunkel song. BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER (Simon & Garfunkel)

When you're weary, feeling small

When tears are in your eyes,

I will dry them all I'm on your side

When times get rough and friends just can't be found

Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down

When you're down and out

When you're on the street

When evening falls so hard I will comfort you I'll take your part

When darkness comes And pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down

Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down

Sail on silvergirl Sail on by Your time has come to shine

All your dreams are on their way

See how they shine If you need a friend

I'm sailing right behind Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind.