Beautiful but bitter love 1

Hello dear friends - the first time I want to tell a story, so if it was bad, forgive me - it was in 88 that I took the entrance exam and I knew I did not have a chance to be accepted in a public university. At the insistence of my friends and family, I went to university with a thousand troubles. On the first days of university, I was always looking for a dormitory and a job, and they gave us a room and I was supposed to work in the dormitory sometimes instead of money. I was going back home looking for my misfortunes. It was the third week of class when a girl came to our class. I do not know what happened, but I looked at her a lot. I do not know. I was and I went to the whole class to see someone who just calmed down when I saw him and encouraged me to study until the evening of the class and then I would go and clean the hall and then I would go to the dormitory with all the tiredness and pain I had and I would not sleep until He thought about it late I talked to a girl I didn't even know her name to, but I fell in love with her and became attached to her. When I did not even have a girlfriend, I was not ugly, nor did I want to, and I could not find out a few days later that her name was Elhameh and a child from Ahvaz, but what was the use of a girl for me? The park that was near the university and I was wondering why I was so miserable, God, why did you take everything you gave me? My mother took it from me, I thanked you again. I did not see him much in the exam, and no matter how much I looked for him, I could not find him just to look at him. We had a language exam ahead of me. And I was not smart, I could only see his lips asking me to help him I did not know what to do, as if I was enchanted when the caretaker suddenly took my leaf from me and drew a red line and asked me to go out. When I went out, I realized what had happened. Why didn't you tell me or apologize for not passing the lesson because my heart was pounding with each step he took? His ear rang and he walked away. It was as if I was scared and ran away. I passed all the lessons except my language, for which I did not blame myself because it was because of inspiration. The first semester was over. Which was all for inspiration, he continues to write