Class reunion: Purple is for dreaming!

(Baohatinh.vn) - At night, the sound of waves crashing on Xuan Thanh beach (Ha Tinh). The furious sound from the Gala dinner is deafening.

“Lan dieu” dragged me to the side of the boat, leaned over to show me the screen of the iPhone 16. “You are still very beautiful!” - the text message on the phone lit up and flashed.

“Lan dieu” laughed heartily when she saw me wide-eyed. “Lan dieu” and I were relatives, lived next door to each other, and studied together from elementary school to high school. We often called each other “sisters”. Because of the trust that had been built since first grade, we told each other almost everything.

Xuan Thanh night sky was inky black but the lights of the coastal city were sparkling. To celebrate 20 years of graduation, our high school class chose Xuan Thanh as our “waiting place”. That day, we played together happily all day.

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“Tu Xoan”, “Dai Cat”… from Binh Duong also quickly took a Boeing to Vinh airport to go straight to Xuan Thanh. “Tu Xoan” that day had many gestures that were not related to his age. He looked like a child, very cute, even though he was the boss of a company, owning a huge amount of assets. Luxury car, house on the street, a sparkling gold necklace around his neck.

The light from “Lan dieu”’s phone screen reflected the words “Tu 12H”. The texter was revealed. “Tu xuong” praised “Lan dieu”! The man inside me suddenly woke up, alerting me to a shady plan. “Lan dieu” shook her head and said: “He texted me several times today, asking me to go here and there. Before he left, he texted me to ask me out, but I didn’t reply.”

Then “Lan dieu” changed state, the serious voice of a woman who is worried about raising 2 children in high school and elementary school: When we were students, we had feelings, but they were innocent and naive. I only sent her exactly 1 purple Lagerstroemia flower, pressed in a graduation notebook. Everyone in class H, majoring in literature, was daydreaming like that! She went to school in Ho Chi Minh City, I studied in Hanoi . We only sent letters to ask questions and chatted. Once she really confessed her love, but I refused. We felt we were not compatible. After that, she got married, I got married. We never dated or met each other.

“So you don’t answer it?” I asked. “Lan dieu” shook her head: “You’re crazy”. I urged her: “Answer and see what “Tu xuan” says”. “Are you crazy?” “Lan dieu” was angry. “ We can’t cross the beautiful boundaries, you! Purple is for dreaming ” - “Lan dieu” threw a meaningful sentence into my ear and quickly walked to the sea, singing as she walked. I clicked my tongue: “Lan dieu”! You have such integrity.

That night, Lan went home to sleep with Man. They both worked at the same company and were often inseparable.

A photo went viral online.

“Purple is for dreaming” - I understood that “Lan dieu” was talking about the color of flowers that year, the color of flowers that Lan gently pressed into the student book to send to “Tu xoan”. Back then, we considered pressing royal poinciana petals, pressing purple flowers, some even pressed the whole body of a butterfly next to a dry blade of grass… into the yearbook as the “fashion” to say goodbye to our student years. Some even wrote very glossy lines, not a few tears fell down and soaked the paper, it sounded like rivers and seas were about to separate.

In a time without internet or cell phone signals, we shared those memories as a promise for tomorrow - the day we would grow up but would always remember each other. We grew up from being naive and clumsy.

“Purple is for dreaming” is the end of a time when everyone is like that. The purple of the past is not a continuation of a frivolous, faded feeling later. Adults have heavy duties. We cannot continue the feelings of students for the current feelings, when honor is different, duties are different. The orders and rules of life force us to be serious with what we have, even when it is known only to ourselves.

Let the past with its pure, innocent beauty add carefreeness to the present with the belief that: you meet you, just you, nothing more, nothing less. That is also the greatest meaning, the most anticipated of all time... class reunions.

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