Love Story Around 1000 Words
Childhood – First Encounter
Holding a bamboo leaf stick in her hand, with malt candy in her mouth, her proud ponytail seemed to conceal something. That was how she saw him, laughing wildly in the crowd, with a faint cinnabar mole between his eyebrows. Her heart felt a bit timid, but she gathered the courage to notice the gardenia in his hand, perhaps more honeyed than the malt candy.
She stared at him for a long time before he noticed her, small and thin in the corner. Following her gaze, he impatiently handed her the slightly curled gardenia, still exuding the annoying fragrance of midsummer, “You like it, take it.”
She lowered her head and softly said, “Thank you.”
He had already laughed and left, leaving only the cicadas complaining about the heat.
She quietly called him “Wang Ji”, which means forgetting, but also looking up.
At first glance, he settled in her heart, from then on, all the flowers and the moon were related to him.
Adolescence – Reunion
She left her friends and chased a figure, stumbling into a few stubborn sobs at the corner. She recognized him—Wang Ji. He had grown distinct features, impressive height, holding shredded pieces of a letter. It seemed she saw his heart lightly break at the first stirrings of emotion, like a faint scent of grass mixing with the snow, a strange feeling.
She quietly left, as if smelling the slightly curled gardenia from midsummer, gradually fading with the wind’s comfort. Wang Ji seemed so distant, so unfamiliar. She only took a gardenia from him, stubbornly giving him many memories and thoughts in return.
Wang Ji threw away the fragments, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and his gaze lingered with some familiarity.
Coming of Age – A Journey
Meeting again under the neon lights, her eyes sparkled with the same brightness, flickering on and off. On the crowded street, she quickly spotted Wang Ji’s tall and stubborn figure.
The girl he was holding had a graceful figure and a beautiful smile. She guessed the girl’s world must be colorful.
She smiled, squeezed onto the bus, foolishly touched her ponytail, adjusted her glasses, and inexplicably cried. Someone offered her a tissue, she shook her head and said it was nothing. Maybe the lights were too dazzling, flashing emotions, startling the years, blurring the already blurry moments.
Blooming – Returning to You
Someone noisily dragged her to see a wedding. The pure white color in her eyes moved her. Large patches of white roses bloomed in the snow, sighing, screaming, blessing, as a wedding dress flew in the air. She saw Wang Ji’s smile; he was the groom. She ran to the store to buy a few gardenias. People laughed at her, saying how could there be gardenias in the snowy season? She smiled bitterly and said there were.
Wang Ji, slightly tipsy, felt the scent of slightly curled gardenia petals flash in his mind. Before he could think, he was surrounded and kissed the bride.
Talking to herself, she walked alone in the snow, telling herself that wedding dress was beautiful. In the distance, a few firecrackers sounded. She only felt the silver-white world was beautiful, like a wedding dress.
Past Life – It’s You
Her hair had turned gray. She liked to walk slowly under the plane trees. In the yard, gardenias bloomed every summer, planted by him. He always said her eyes only saw black and white. Seeing real colors would make her feel more at ease. He had been gone for many years, leaving only these gardenias blooming every summer. A child cried and picked flowers, and the grandfather lovingly coaxed, with some resemblance in his eyebrows.
She gently opened the fence, picked a fully bloomed flower, and said, “It’s you.”
“Do we know each other?”
“No, we don’t.”
Suddenly she felt time was cruel, missing one encounter but making up another reunion. Seeing your aged face, how can I describe your youth?
Watching an old man and a child, she suddenly felt time never went far. Watching your childhood, your youth, your watching…
Morning Dew – Waiting for You
After struggling for a long time, she still came with a cane, holding a few gardenias, her eyes teary, gently caressing the cold tombstone. She never wanted to be close to him all her life, only meeting him a few times. Her world was always black and white, always entangled with gardenias. Finally, she got close to him, accompanied him, watched him, and caressed him. He didn’t know, he was buried in the soil, she still accompanied by black and white.
“Wang Ji, maybe for the last time, I tell you my life’s longing. You must not know, my name is Jin Cai, but my life is black and white. Calling you Wang Ji, it’s a life of looking up, never forgetting. Today’s farewell, see you in the next life. Will you wait for me? In that summer, I will run to you and say thank you, gardenias smell so good.”
Behind her, a tall man looked at her lonely back, “I know her, once picked gardenias in her yard, a kind old lady.”
You see, life cycles, someone always witnesses your journey. The youth you missed, someone continues the prosperity, turning in circles. You understand, just you walking ahead, me sending you off, you watching her, me smelling the flowers.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
