Luckily, We Didn’t Miss Out
She realized she liked him in the second semester of her freshman year; he was already a junior.
Their first meeting was at a literary knowledge competition where she and a few classmates represented their department. She stood next to him, waiting for him to print some materials.
He turned and smiled, saying, “Sit down and wait.” She immediately replied, “Thanks, but I’ll stand. You’ll be more efficient that way.” He laughed, “You’re quite humorous.”
While preparing for the competition, she occasionally asked him for advice. Every time she saw him, she felt a strange nervousness and unease, but she hid it well.
She knew she was quite ordinary, easily overlooked in a crowd. Although her writing was beautiful and her speaking skills were good, she felt these were powerless in the face of realistic and worldly love. He was the student council president, tall and not very handsome, but always giving off a comforting and reassuring vibe.
She thought that in life, it’s not about not meeting someone you like, but about whether the person you like has the patience to like you back.
She was a fan of Rene Liu (Milk Tea Liu). She never missed any of her songs, films, or books. She wrote in her diary, “No one will understand why I am so passionately in love with Milk Tea. I love her because I love myself. It’s an involuntary narcissism. It allows me to reject harm and protect myself, even if it means losing love…”
Unexpectedly, she didn’t perform well in the preliminaries. She threw her pen and ran out. To her surprise, he followed and whispered, “Don’t be sad. You did your best. With experience, you can try harder next time.”
With her back turned, she coldly said, “Thanks! I don’t need anyone’s comfort.” Hearing his footsteps leave, she bit her lip, holding back her tears.
She still often ran into him and greeted him happily. Even if she only saw him once a day, her heart would be at peace the whole day. She knew her heart was too restless, but seeing him calmed her immediately. It was like a wandering child finding a home or sipping warm milk tea in winter. She was infatuated with that feeling, unable to extricate herself.
Turns out, we didn’t miss out.
One day, she saw him walking hand in hand with a beautiful girl, sweetly passing by her.
Later, she became busier. She knew he was preparing for graduate school and would leave the city. Maybe time diluted her feelings. Sometimes she didn’t see him for a week, and she didn’t feel uneasy. Once, she even talked to him without feeling nervous or excited. She felt a mix of happiness and bitterness.
At one point, it became popular among girls to use playing cards to predict love fortunes. The first time she played such a game, she held the cards, thinking of his smile, shuffling sincerely and nervously. The cards suggested they were far apart, making it hard for them to be together. Though it was a joke, she couldn’t sleep that night.
When she heard he had broken up with his girlfriend, she asked, “Why?” He was silent for a long time and then said, “We both loved the wrong person, so we had to return to loneliness.”
She was speechless, and Milk Tea’s song suddenly echoed in her ears: “I’ll wait for you, for half a year, if you don’t come, I’ll forget you…”
As his exam day approached, she asked how his preparation was going. He jokingly said, “Terribly, it looks like I’ll really have to leave this time.” She laughed at his newfound humor.
He looked at her seriously and said, “When I leave, you must come to see me off. I’ll give you a gift.” She hesitated and then said, “Of course, as a good friend.”
That day, he called to share the good news: he had been accepted into a prestigious university for graduate school. She happily congratulated him. But she didn’t attend his farewell party. She thought that if they were destined to forget each other, it was better not to meet. Walking alone, she recalled their encounters and conversations.
Unknowingly, she arrived outside the small restaurant where his party was. After hesitating for a long time, she turned around and, feeling exhausted, sat under a streetlight, crying freely while listening to Milk Tea’s “I’ll Wait for You.”
“Hey, you’re here. Why not join the party? Don’t you want to give me face?” He admitted that saying these words hurt, really hurt. He was holding the gift he intended to give her—a CD with Milk Tea’s “I’ll Wait for You” because she had said it was her favorite song. She looked up at him with tearful eyes, the song playing in her earphones. He gently pulled her up and hugged her.
With hearts belonging to each other, after twists and turns, she and he finally walked together.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
