Dear Ethan,
I originally made an appointment with you to study abroad together, but we broke up as we walked out of the airport.
Toronto is so big, will we meet again?
"Are you doing this for me or for yourself?"
These are the last words you leave for me.
Faber is the pick-up senior who drives a BMW.
He looks pretty good, although his hair is a bit too yellow due to his dyeing.
"That's great, you actually let me pick up a beautiful schoolgirl who is newly single!" This was the sentence that impressed me the most on the first day I met him.
Ivy is a young lady that I don't know whether to envy or admire.
This girl whose hobby is taking pictures of catwalks smokes and drinks, and also used her wardrobe to introduce me to almost all brands.
"Later on, I also felt that no man would dare to fall in love with a girl who is so independent that she can even drive a manual transmission." But she told me this pain.
Kurt is Ivy's only ex-boyfriend - a famous playboy. At least every time I see him, he is always with a different girl.
But he drove his luxury sports car to my house in the early morning with a restless look on his face.
"I heard that you are her best friend." He told me, "Please help me see which one she will like."
That's a whole row of diamond rings.
And I gradually thought that I was about to forget you.
Until a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses recognized me on the street.
"I heard Ethan talk about you," he said, "and everything about you." He added.
So, are you coming back to my story?
Yours,
Etta He