Sunset Glasses

Some encounters are as short as a month, but long enough to be remembered for a lifetime. That year, I broke into her world and was quietly illuminated by her light. We are the "old godfather" and "old godmother" that our classmates joke about. We are the deskmates who share a wrong question book, and we are the people who secretly looked at each other when we were punished to stand. The day she left, I was busy packing my schoolbag, thinking it was just an ordinary school break. It wasn't until the ponytail disappeared at the end of the corridor that I realized belatedly that there was an emptiness in my heart. Later, everyone forgot about her. Only I still keep the secret of that sunset. Until two years later, that familiar figure appeared at the door of my classroom again.