The Day I Learned I'm Not His Luna

My youth is very vague, it is only encapsulated in the name of that person, who has accompanied me through the most beautiful and poetic journey of human life, who waited for me under the tree in the afternoons after school, who accompanied me back on the familiar road. And the person who walked with me through the university gate, and walked with me into life.

If someone asks me: “What time in your life would you like to go back to?” I won't hesitate to answer "the teenage years with the white ao dai, the schoolgirl days with the first vibrations", because, in those years, there was someone beside me who made me strong enough to overcome.

Spring through winter comes and summer quietly approaches, phoenix wings fall lightly on the steps, the chirping of cicadas as if signaling another summer is coming, a time of love is about to say goodbye. For many students, summer brings a lot of joy to rest after hard days of study, but for us 12 students, it is different, this summer brings with it many regrets and lingering memories of childhood. dream. Few people understand the deep sadness of leaving the most beautiful age of one's life. Few people understand the hangover of a generation about to be grown up.

All my youth, only associated with that name, the name that I always try to forget but can't do.

You and I met when we were both college students, at that age, it was very easy to like someone, just "drink the wrong eye and the drunkenness follows". But in the end, those are just the thoughts of people who are not emotionally hurt, cherishing a beautiful and romantic student love like "Tieu Nai and Vy Vy" in the novel "Love" you at first sight" or the innocence of "Mo Senh" of the hot boy in law "Ha Di Tham" with the purest, most innocent. For me, those are luxuries, as long as time goes by quickly to graduate, graduate, go to work, and enjoy the life I desire, that's enough. But would a normal life make me happy without you? I accepted reality and so desperately waited for a return. I once heard somewhere the saying "Waiting is not really scary, the scary thing is not knowing how long to wait, but the scariest thing is the person who knows he's waiting forever and doesn't come back. "return", yes, I was stubbornly waiting for something that would never come back.

The early autumn sky is clear blue, each cloud gently floats with red phoenix wings hidden in the middle of the blue sky. Another summer has passed, and a new school year has begun with many expectations. A new generation comes into life, a new generation is given books to go to school, and a new generation has movements. Again new feelings begin.

National University.

On the first day of school to study student week, when the loudspeaker announced that all students gathered in class, according to the faculty to take attendance, everyone struggled to find their class to line up, I was dreaming. Because on the first day of school, I didn't know where my class was, just because I was lazy to go to school on the first day of school, so now I don't know who my class has to look for. Just like that, I struggled forever, and when I saw My - a high school girl from my school, I immediately ran over and asked: "My, do you know where the public relations class 1 is??"

“This is public relations class 1.” A male voice sounded behind me, when I turned around, I caught a mischievous wink and a charming smile from his friend, what caught my eye was a boy with a dream height, about 1m87, His angular, delicate face, eyes as black as an abyss that can't be seen from the bottom, his high and neat nose, and white skin make him stand out even more in the crowd. I thought to myself, 'It's true that going to university can open my eyes to the concept of handsome' and then stood blankly, turned to open my mouth to meet friends in the same line, until Hoang Oanh - was a friend of mine. I just met him on the school website because he was known to have the same class as me, ran over and pulled his hand and said: "Our class is over here, it's business administration class 1."

I just gasped because I knew I had just been scammed. Embarrassed to the point of blushing, I immediately followed Hoang Oanh's lead, secretly blaming 'that guy's not bad, he has an angelic appearance and a devil inside, even though he's more beautiful. There are a lot of handsome guys I've met, but that doesn't lessen the aversion I have for him and of course, my thoughts are right. Duong - a good student, handsome is not discussed, just returned from the US, fluent in English and Chinese, powerful family, the father is the chairman of a large corporation in the US, the mother is a lecturer At university, his family is both powerful and powerful, so he is always so proud and arrogant. At the age of 18, he was the director of the famous XLV corporation in the US and returned to Vietnam to study at university to succeed the owner. The future president and take over the subsidiary here, study, study, play, although outside he is disruptive, especially he always leads with the absolute points, in addition to that, he looks polite to people old. Despite being known as a "bad boy", he is still good in everyone's eyes

And especially he likes the toy called "girlfriend". Because every day, there will be a pretty, lovely girl that he takes to school in a sleek black BMW. And his nickname "girl killer" has spread everywhere, but there are still dozens of beautiful girls dying under that handsome face. Even the seniors had to stay for a few years to approach the young pilot. As for me, I've been avoiding him since the first meeting, and I've always stayed away from people named Duong - the exception came only once and that exception I made for Anh.

Duong - a very familiar name but very far away, I was silent, suddenly a feeling of pain hit, I suddenly remembered a person... also named Duong.

Since then, Duong has always been in my sight, and I was always wary of him without any deep meaning.

Student life, really makes me happy and sad, the newness of the first year only makes me depressed because I miss my best friends. My middle school is associated with childhood, filled with memories, friends, and brothers, although playing together is a tight group, I am always restrained by my parents because my friends are stubborn. They are stupid, but they are very sincere and love each other. Because of fear of affecting my studies, I am always limited to games, but not because of that, we ignore each other.

We tried to study together, and play together, and I have been with them for 4 years. In high school, we applied for different schools, with each child's ability. And I, having missed them, together they went to a school in the province, and I went to a famous high school in the city. But the promises, the pinch of the hand, the promise of a day to meet again, that's the motivation to help me cope with the harsh competitive environment here.

New school, new class, new friends, everything to me is really new and scary, like the first day I entered high school, lonely, quiet, without him by my side. maybe I wasn't strong enough to get over it. That familiar feeling came again, I was startled for a moment, then shook my head, not daring to think anymore. I told myself with my heart that I must enter the world without you, be independent, and gradually get used to loneliness. The whole university is so big, so crowded, but only Hoang Oanh and My are the only two friends I know, and it can be said that I only talk to them.