In high school, I wrote a love letter to the school president, but he threw it into the trash can in front of everyone.
Seven years later, I became the chief analyst at his investment firm.
He blocked me in the conference room: "I picked up that letter back then and glued it together."
"On the back of every page is written - "Wait until I surpass you, then I will like you again." "
I smiled and pulled out the contract: "Sorry, I'm more interested in making money now. "
But he showed his cell phone screen saver - it was the photo I had included in the letter.
"What a pity," he said, his voice hoarse, "I looked at it every day and waited for seven years. "
