the deadline

    My lostboy,
    
    The deadline for me is coming! I hate it! I am afraid that you will forget me as soon as my leaving.
    
    You said to me that you could remember me for ever, and you also said that I would be your best memory inside your heart. But I am not sure it. I dare not to believe it. I can not catch you, catch your peace. I know it very clearly. You are a free bird, flying bird. You can reach wherever you want to go. I am only your passinger in your spare time. Now you will leave a small place of your head for me, but after a few days, maybe just tomorrow you can not know me at all.
    
    But I still wanna say to you that you would be the only apple in my eyes. Nobody can be better than you.
    
    Yes, I like you, more exactly, I love you indeed!
    
    bye, my boy,
    
    yours poor
    helen