I still remembered very vividly the day that my lady left me. The memory was so clear and it seemed to be occurred just yesterday.

My lady is a real gentlewoman. She has a pair of big eyes like stars. A pair of beautiful and passionate eyes reflects her elegance and mildness; long straight hair as dark as ink expresses her kindness and purity; She is my life, my everything. I adore her as my lady. I respect her as my queen and I worship her as my goddess.

At that morning, We dated to have our breakfast in a small restaurant. No one spoke much. I felt disturbed by the extraordinary silence surrounding us; I tried to make some jokes to kill time. She pretended to smile. I saw the sorrow behind her smile. The food choked me.

Time flew like an arrow. We just sat face to face and submerged ourselves in dead silence. Eventually, I took a deep breath, and asked, "Who's that guy?" My voice was as cool as ice and my hands shook like an engine in full speed. "Is there any other boyfriend of yours?" Her eyes turned red. She remained silence and shed bitterly and guiltily.

Her facial expression told me the answer.

I bit my lips tightly to resist those uninvited teardrops from rolling down on my face. Pain evoked from the innermost part of my heart. "Sorry," She whispered, her face was filled with stain of tears.

My eyesight was blurred by tears. I pretended to be calm, but anger became smoulder in my heart. "Betrayer!" I uttered softly. "Sorry, I'm sorry, really I'm. It's all my fault," She looked at me with her crystal-liked eyes, "It's the time for us to stop the pain." I saw a helpless coward in her reddish eyes. Her eyes swam with tears.

She sat further closer, put her head on my shoulder. I smelt the odour of her hair like flower, which eased my pain and took my soul to the outer heaven. I was drunk with her mildness.

Time seemed to be stopped. We kept in silence and shared our last romance.

We finally break up. Although we cannot be together, she teaches me what love is and tailors me as a real man. Love is indeed an undetermined affair no matter how advanced our science is. Sending love to others is even more important than receiving. Till now, she is still occupying a large portion in my heart and her shadow will always appear in my mind.