THE FIRST TIME...
THE FIRST TIME...
Translated by Steven Le (Le Duy Minh) (The English-Vietnamese version of this writing can be read at my blog http://360.yahoo.com/leduyminh20022002 by clicking on the "Love" tag.") For the first time, I found a letter in my desk drawer causing me curiosity intermingled with surprise… For the first time, from those very secret letters, I got a little joy and slowly knew clearly about someone that I had never seen before. The first time I had a date with you was on your birthday. For the first time to take a boy’s pressie, I had a feeling that it was a… piggy bank! For the first time, I was nervous to examine a birthday gift so closely that I had to shut the room door firmly and use… “force” to break off a bit of the buttock part of the pig to take out many a little hand-torn paper heart on each of which there were different romantic words… which suddenly reminded me of your eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep then. That was the first time I had been overwhelmed by an indescribable emotion… The first time I had agreed to be your girl friend was when a close friend of mine left me for somewhere far away. Since I loved you, I have realized that surroundings get warmer and warmer. Winter with a both big and clumsy hand takes full hold of my hand. My hand seems to be much smaller in your hand with glowing warmth. Then I lived far away from you for the first time, the day you had to go abroad for study. The first time I had felt my heart ache when being with you was when I sat on the motorbike behind you on the way to see you to the airport. The rain was drizzling down. And I couldn’t stop myself sniveling on your back. You took me on the same road over and over. I knew you just didn’t want to see my swollen and tear-filled eyes. My first tears fell down for you… I knew your eyes turned red for me, too. Time elapsed slowly. It was the first time you had returned home after one year without me. Like a kid, I was excited to be with you, taking full advantage of every minute of the lunar new year holidays of hurry. I had a feeling that I was competing with your parents to be with you. Oh! Sweetie, it was too embarrassing to think of it again, right? For the first time, I tasted the sweetness of waiting. To be in a tight embrace of someone that I had been waiting for 365 days was something that could hardly be depicted but was filled with happiness. Emotions of the first time are always the clearest and fullest. It is generally said that first love does not tend to have a happy ending, but you and I will be an exception; after all we will be together. Lunar new year is coming soon. And then there will be the second time you come back to see me after two years. I count every day and I am waiting for you everyday, and I will wait for you the next days. And will we have more so-called first times of clarity and sweetness, sweetie? ---
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