Read it~ adapted from Perfect Story, by author Low Kay Hwa famous author from Singapore!

We paused. For fifteen months, we had never talked about the weather. I suddenly felt so distant from her—yet so near. It was like standing just in front of her with a wall between us. The air felt dry in my windpipe.

“What is the, you know, the answer.”

“What answer?”

“When I asked if—”

“I don’t like you,” I said. My heart skipped a beat immediately. What the hell am I talking about? “But whenever I see something cute in the shops or something nice in the cake shops, I feel the need to buy it for you. Whenever I excel in my studies, I feel the need to tell you my achievements. Whenever you tell me about how your parents place such immense pressure on you, I feel the need to confront your parents.”

Stephanie was blinking fast. At the serene playground, I could almost hear a soft piano tone in the background, like a scene out of a romantic movie.

“Every weekend, I look forward to weekdays. I hate weekends, because I will not be able to see you. Every Saturday, I wonder which boy will be with you. Every Sunday, I imagine you hanging out with a group of boys. I feel like going out to kill those boys.”

I lowered my voice. I was not thinking. My heart was talking.

My hand was moving slowly towards her. “I’m just being truthful. You can hate me, you can detest me, but you cannot choose how I feel towards you. I don’t give a damn about how you feel.”

I would not apologize because rebellious girls like her did not like guys who always apologized. I was no longer looking at her then: I stared at one of the windows of the surrounding flat. I did not even know if she had heard what I had said. My hands roamed around, trying to reach for her.

“You don’t need to use these words on me,” she said, “because one year ago, I had already realized that I was fond of you.”

A cold breeze swept across us as if on cue. Maybe by heaven? I took in deep breaths for the next five seconds. I was trying to kick my low self-esteem away. If it worked on other girls, this girl could not be any exception. I bit my lips and our eyes locked.

The rebellious girls like confident bad boys. The rebellious girls like confident bad boys! Be confident; be bad!

“I love you,” I said, “and you love me. Tell me, my dear, am I dreaming?”

This is only part of the whole story. The story is very touched, although i haven't read the whole of it yet, but can feel it! It's about a guy and a girl who love each other, unfortunately, under some unknowingly reasons, the girl forced herself to marry with another guy who she doesn't loves at, at all. Their relationship lasted for years. Until one day, the guy from her past, who the girl truly loves at, came to her house and looked for her. and told her that he had involved in a hit-and-run case, he killed a couple in a purpose way, which totally not an accident. but he killed them with his own reasons which couldn't be told. And.. read the rest of the story at 'www.goodybooks.com/theperfectstory.htm'. I can assure that You will be regret if u refuse to read it! It's a nice story! You will surely got touched by the whole story, unless you're not born with a heart or you are a cold-hearted person! =)