The future writer

I was recalling something really funny that happened when I was at the university. I had arrived late to the lesson and the professor ( He was a psychologist) was explaining something. But as I'd arrived one hour late, I didn't get a single word of what he was saying. So, for the first time in my life, I tried to write a poem before I knew that I wanted to be a writer. I lowered my head, took a piece of paper and wrote a love poem. It was sweet, tender. and described the only person I had ever loved, a person who would never correspond me. I was sad and my eyes were a sort of wet due the tears coming down my face. I finished the poem, but the main ingredient helped me express how much I loved this person was when I recalled her smile; her perfect teeth, green eyes and sweet look. I cried a lot when I read it out loud in the lesson of literature. This poem remained alive and I keep it a as gold treasure. Of course she will never read it. Love's like that; not always you will fall in love with a person that will love you, as well.
From that moment on, I decided I wanted to be a writer and that's what I'm doing. Although she's not aware of it, it was written for her.

[Very good.]