Autumn and boring evening
There was nothing to catch.
When my friend has called me
And invited to hockey match.
For me it was pretty clear
That she just needed "the fourth"
To bear a company... Really,
The things didn't get worse.
We chumed up, hanging out together
Every weekend on the ice.
We became the birds of a feather.
It seemed enough to suffice.
But my guardian angel was wiser:
He led me to love by the hand.
A friend grew into the sweetheart.
We were over the moon.
Happy end!
The love on Ice. A story by Anna Zhu
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