Having read the beautiful poem by Jang Ho-Joon(?), I feel as if I am a teenager in puberty once again. The sweet memories about... the girl I believed, and I still do believe, to have loved truly...the very same person who just about meant everything to me...whom I would've never given up for anything else, no matter how great the ransom might have been,...the last person on the earth I wanted to hurt(I mean I did not want to at all)...but who had to leave me because she didn't love me the way I did love her....... I guess it was just a so-called "puppy love", though I thought it to be true and I don't know, pure, and almost heavenly........ Was I dreaming for what could not possibly be REALized? Was it just a fantasy on my part? Then what is love? Am I still dreaming? The poem brought back the memories that were hidden deep inside my heart, the memories that are sweet, but at the same time, extremely painful... Maybe I'm still a child at heart,,,maybe I'm too idealistic as my friends often tell me,,, I know my message might seem to be a sentimental child's emotional play, but if there's anyone out there who can relate to my feelings now, please feel free to answer me with what you think about TRUE LOVE... THOSE OF YOU who like to send mean remarks and cynical jokes, please refrain from doing so, coz I think while you mean humour, others get hurt...just a thought I came across while reading some of the messages posted, and something I 've always wanted to tell everyone...