9 Years Before, 9 Years Later-Part I

I met him on a flight to Oslo 9 years ago. In the country of darkness, he was the only child of the sunshine. He had radiantly blond hair and icy blue eyes in contrast to his warm heart. He was generous enough to let me get into his gloomy world. The deeper I got in, the more amazed I became. It wasn't the cold weather, but the story of his life froze me upto my bones. The snowy weather's sightseeing ended up in a popular café of Oslo. Hours flew. The man at the café offered us free coffee. He said: "Sunshines and smiling eyes had long passed here." Not understanding exactly what he meant, I responded his words with a sincere smile. He seemed to have seen the things I only began to see 9 years later.