A Touching Love Story: The Funeral of Snow
Meeting and falling in love with her was filled with many coincidences, making me believe that fate destined us to be together, yet…
I remember a day in early November last year when my roommate told me about a girl in his class who was very hard to win over. Many who pursued her ended up heartbroken. Having never failed in chasing a girl before, I naturally wanted to give it a try. The next morning, I got her phone number through a friend and began my pursuit. After being rejected many times, I decided to stop contacting her.
For a week, we ignored each other, but I realized I had fallen deeply in love with her. I had only taken love seriously once before and believed no one could make me serious about it again because I felt so exhausted. But her appearance reignited that feeling in me, even more intensely than before. This long-lost emotion led me to reconnect with her.
Finally, at midnight on December 13th, she agreed to be my girlfriend. The excitement kept me awake, and I woke up all my sleeping roommates to celebrate with me, to bless me for finding a harbor to rest in. At that moment, I truly felt the whole world was mine!
In the days that followed, her meticulous care, her understanding, her gentle demeanor made me feel I had found someone to share my life with. By chance, I discovered that her father and my father were comrades-in-arms with a friendship spanning over 20 years. She and I were also elementary and middle school classmates, and our homes were very close, yet we had never met.
Fate, it was truly fate. This connection deepened my attachment to her and strengthened my resolve to cherish her for a lifetime. Thus, in the days that followed, I delivered milk to her every morning and sent her messages every night. But I never told her the simple words “I love you” because I felt these words were a lifelong promise, one I wanted to give her on her birthday.
Her birthday was approaching, and I wanted to earn money through my own efforts to buy her a decent birthday gift. Despite the cold winter and the northern snow, my heart was warm. Thinking of her by my side gave me endless strength. Returning home at night to her messages and dreaming of her at night filled my life with happiness, making even the air around me seem infused with her scent. Not seeing her for a minute left me feeling empty.
However, no matter how perfect, love cannot withstand the test of time. Eventually, our feelings faded, and the day of our breakup arrived. After saying goodbye, I felt a pain so deep that I became numb to the cold weather. Snowflakes fell from the sky, as if heaven was mourning for me.
In the days that followed, I numbed myself with alcohol, becoming distant from all my friends. I wanted to hide, to bury the pain deep in my heart. Listening to Daniel Chan’s “Happier Than Me” over and over, I drowned myself in strong alcohol.
Falling became my daily routine, and heartache became my standard. Many nights, I couldn’t sleep; many nights, I cried in sorrow. Friends told me to hate her, but I couldn’t. I only had deep love for her, even though I had never said it to her face.
Taking off the scarf she knitted for me, I found my neck was icy cold. Sealing away our photos, I realized I had imprinted the images deeply in my mind. I knew I had not won; I was the ultimate loser. Remembering our hugs, our kisses, her scent still lingered around me. Thinking of how she consoled me when I was down, how she said she loved me, her smiling face, our hand-in-hand walks, and many other memories tore my heart to pieces bit by bit.
Yet, I still had to pretend nothing was wrong in front of others. I was so tired, really exhausted. Every day I wished upon stars for her happiness, for her joy, leaving all the pain to me. I wished for her to be happy every day but couldn’t think of a wish for myself. Looking at our past moments on my phone, reminiscing about our happiness, I knew it was enough. Perhaps letting her start a new life while I held onto the memories was the best choice.
I hope in the next life I can walk through it with her!
This winter, let the snow hold a grand funeral for my heart!
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
