A Story from the School Romance Forum 2
I still remember that morning when I took the bus to school early. I wanted to have one last breakfast with you. It wasn’t that I couldn’t wake up on time, but the bus was late, and even motorcycles were nowhere to be seen. You kept calling to hurry me up. Honestly, I was more anxious than you. During that period, you all had to start early reading sessions. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw you. At that moment, I felt very uneasy, like I was on some sort of mission.
The wonton that day was hard to eat, probably because it was cold. I felt very uncomfortable eating it. When you were peeling the egg, I was afraid you were peeling it for yourself, so I peeled one to eat too. Actually, I felt really miserable then. Our interaction felt like that of friends meeting for the first time.
That day was a Saturday. We had agreed to have dinner together after school. After class, you waited for me at the classroom door, and we walked down the stairs and out of the school gate together. We hadn’t walked together for many days before that. As we walked down the stairs, I half-jokingly said not to save money today and to eat something good. You whispered that you wanted to eat taro balls. I still remember that whenever we went shopping, we would always go to eat taro balls.
The place was quite remote, and we usually had to walk 10 or 20 minutes. There was a fork in the road there where I would always deliberately go the wrong way because I wanted you to lead me. You always thought I was bad with directions. At that time, I felt touched but also sad. I didn’t understand why we had to break up. A few days ago, you invited me to your class party. You shyly sang a love song to me, and we hugged in the dark night. But now, we were having our last dinner. When we walked out of the school gate, I looked at your necklace and you noticed, saying with a smile, “I’m not wearing it.” I felt very disappointed then.
Even when we agreed to break up last time over a basketball issue, you didn’t take off your ring, let alone your necklace. At that moment, I really wanted to turn around and tell you to cancel our plan and not go, but I still hoped I could have more time to win you back. We had worn that necklace for almost two years, never taking it off. I remember once you called to ask if you should take it off to wash because it was a bit dirty. I told you to just wash it while you shower, without taking it off.
We got on the bus, and you hesitated about whether to sit with me. I turned my face to the window and shed tears, but you didn’t understand. The taro balls that day had a bitter taste, making my head slow when paying the bill. We came to the corridor of the pedestrian street. I originally wanted to sit on the bench we used to sit on, which is why I brought you there, but it had been moved. We sat on some other wooden benches not far from it. I cried, and you didn’t wipe my tears. I felt cold inside. I thought it was deliberate, to make me get over you.
At that moment, I was weaving a beautiful excuse for our breakup. I wanted to make it work, even though I didn’t know the reason. You opened your arms for the final hug, but I didn’t grant it. I didn’t want to rely on you anymore. But why didn’t you want to move forward?
After we broke up, we both got haircuts—my short hair, your buzz cut. Anyone with sharp eyes could tell what happened. You told your brothers that you had a change of heart, and I told my friends that we broke up. They didn’t believe it because we were once the couple recognized by the whole grade, a symbol of eternity.
One day, you told me you broke my favorite cup. I thought you didn’t care about it and spoke harshly. You said you would fix it. I thought you didn’t want it to happen and felt I spoke too harshly. The closest holiday after that was Christmas. I thought the text you were waiting for was my blessing, but I was being foolish. On Qingming Festival, you shattered my guess, directly rejecting me. At that moment, I decided not to see you again. After the college entrance exam results were announced, I unexpectedly received your text. You asked how many points I scored. I thought for a long time before replying. I didn’t know what to say to you.
But when I received it, I was very happy, thinking it was a coincidence. I also went to your summer job location for two or three days, but we didn’t meet because we were in different workshops. I always believed that if we were meant to be, we would meet again. I didn’t want to force anything, just like I didn’t seek the reason for our breakup.
Every day, I waited for you to come online and watched you go offline. You didn’t know that even a greeting between friends would satisfy me. But there wasn’t any. Occasionally, the words were pitifully short. My friends were curious why I kept your QQ, asking if I wanted to make myself suffer. Compared to suffering, I didn’t want to lose news about you. Maybe one day you would come back, and I wanted to leave a way for you. I knew it was ridiculous. A year had passed, and I still thought that way.
Until recently, I saw your calendar and noticed you already had someone you liked and might start something new. I pretended to be indifferent, but I was very disappointed. I closed my account and locked my space, leaving alone. I didn’t want you to see my sadness or feel uneasy because of my words. I once wanted to stay by your side as a friend, but I couldn’t. Love is love; how could I not express it? I couldn’t learn not to show it. You were right; we couldn’t be friends.
Someone said if love could persist to the end, happiness would return. But that requires two loving hearts. The door to happiness needs two keys. I always thought we still had the same heart, just temporarily apart, never thinking it wouldn’t come back.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
