Once there was a boy who thought that love meant being glued to each other every day. But ten years later, he realized that being in love meant feeling happy regardless of whether the other person could be with you 24/7. It was only when he met her that he understood love wasn’t just about being together all the time.
The girl was the luckiest and most heartbreaking person the boy had ever met. She gave him the courage to face reality but also made him become cold and distant.
Perhaps they were destined but not fated to be together. In this season of blooming and withering flowers, the boy found himself alone in a bustling city. This familiar yet strange city held traces of their past love. It brought back memories of them holding hands, walking through the streets and alleys, eating at various food stalls, and feeling a slight comfort in his heart.
Gradually, as time went on, the boy perhaps had oversimplified love; he thought that by being together like this, they could be together forever. But things don’t always go as we wish. That year, on the anniversary of their two-year relationship, the boy remembered the date clearly. He had never been late picking up the girl from school, but that time, he ran around to more than ten couple stores, planning to give the girl a surprise.
What he never expected was for the girl to break up with him that day. Heartbroken, the boy asked her repeatedly, “Why? Why exactly? Did I do something wrong?” The girl cruelly replied, “You didn’t do anything wrong; you did everything too well!” With that, she turned and left, leaving the boy crying alone in the park.
As time passed, the boy learned to smoke, trying to numb himself and stop thinking about her. But it was useless; his smoking habit grew worse. He confined himself to a room, not eating. His sister, worried about him, tried to persuade him, but he wouldn’t listen, only thinking of the girl.
The sister found the girl’s number in the boy’s phone and called her, explaining that the boy hadn’t eaten or drunk for days, locking himself in his room because of the breakup. Before the sister could finish, the girl cut in, “I’m sorry, sister. Maybe we’re not suitable for each other. Please tell him to forget me and find someone who loves and cares for him.” She then hung up.
A week later, the boy had lost a lot of weight, becoming skin and bones. He eventually fainted in his room due to starvation. While he lay unconscious in the hospital, the doctor told his sister, “Even if your brother recovers, he might suffer from gallstones.”
Perhaps the heavens are fair; a month later, the boy recovered, looking just as he did before. Seeing his quick recovery, his sister cried tears of joy. It was the first time the boy saw his sister cry, causing him immense pain and guilt.
A month later, the boy was discharged. Returning home, he saw his tidy room and felt indescribable emotions, tears streaming down his face. After a few more months, his health returned to normal, and he forgot about the girl and the deep love he once had. Then, his phone rang—it was the girl. He was stunned, wondering why she was calling.
When he answered, he heard her voice, but he no longer felt the same as before. As he prepared to speak, the girl said first, “Honey, I’m sorry. I was joking that day. Can you forgive me?” The boy laughed coldly and replied, “Oh, then why did you insist on leaving me back then? Maybe we’re really not meant to be. I’m sorry.”
At this point in the story, I just want to say, if you love, love deeply. Don’t treat love as a game. Once lost, it won’t come back. Cherish what you have now; don’t wait until it’s gone to realize its value.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
