A Lifetime of Love
First Moment:
It happened in a college classroom during their sophomore year. She and the boy sitting next to her were chatting animatedly. He learned that she was from Wuhan. As the class was about to end, he asked, “If I ever visit Wuhan, can I come to find you?” She replied, “Of course.” Casually, she tore a piece of notebook paper and quickly drew a map for him.
Second Moment:
It was at the train station after graduation. Singing, crying, waving goodbye to one classmate after another, until they were the only two left on the platform. It was late at night in the North, even in June, it was cool, and the stars were dim. He suddenly said, “Do you know? I’ve always loved you.”
She looked up in shock, seeing his face, and in that instant, she realized why the days she saw him, even the sunshine seemed particularly intense. She almost wanted to shout, “Me too!” But the roaring train drowned out everything.
Later, she wrote letter after letter to him but received no reply. She had no way of finding out if it was a wrong address or… a mistaken heart. She thought they would forget each other, but she dreamt of him at night, walking towards her as if he had a thousand words to say, but he turned away silently, with sorrow. She woke up in shock and sat up until dawn.
Third Moment:
It was six years later. She was newly married and on her honeymoon in Shanghai. Her gentle and caring husband couldn’t understand why she insisted on stopping in a small town called Anqing for a day to visit an old classmate.
The address he had given her was now desolate—the entire street had been demolished. They wandered the dusty streets for a long time, asking many people until a boy said in surprise, “He’s my brother.”
Reuniting after six years felt like they had just parted in the morning. He greeted lightly, “You came?” She replied, “I came.”
They were distant, only chatting a little. His job wasn’t great, and he smiled, “I almost went to Wuhan, my job and connections were arranged, but my father… passed away. I had to stay for my mother and brother.”
—Was that the time she dreamt of him?
After a short while, dusk fell instantly. Seeing her husband glance at his watch, she got up to leave, saying the usual polite words, “Come to Wuhan, visit me at my house, do you know the address?” He replied calmly, “I know.” He turned and opened a drawer, taking out a piece of paper from the top—
It was the paper she had casually torn off eight years ago. The ink had faded, but an arrow was still clearly pointing to her home…
Only three moments, and her lifetime of love was settled.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
