Emotional Love Tales
She realized his habit only after knowing him for a while. When they walked together, he would always be on her left. At first, she thought it was a coincidence, but later, when she intentionally moved to his right, he would always notice, stop, and then move back to her left. Watching him do this so naturally and simply, she felt a slight ripple in her heart.
Aside from this, he was incredibly careless. Before a date, his phone might run out of battery, leaving her waiting for half a day. In the middle of a meal, he might realize he forgot his wallet. When busy with work, he could be out of touch for half a month.
On Valentine’s Day, he mentioned that roses were expensive and then didn’t say another word about it. Yet, she cherished those days of walking together, someone always on her left side, giving her a shallow sense of peace that she couldn’t bear to give up. Many people might walk alongside you, but in the bustling streets, who would place you on the safe side and take the risk for themselves?
As for his privileged background, distinguished family, and high social status, these were not the main points. Once, when crossing the street, a taxi ran a red light and sped towards them. He was on her left side, and although it was a close call, nothing happened. But at that moment, he held her hand. It was at that moment she suddenly made up her mind.
The proud her met another even prouder woman—his mother. The latter had a sharp gaze and a critical expression. Like all cliché scenes, she elegantly said, “Miss Yu, you are excellent, so you will find someone more suitable for you. As for you two, I don’t think it’s appropriate. Besides, if you care for him, please respect our wishes…”
The proud girl remained proud, even in letting go, she was graceful and composed. She smiled throughout the coffee and left alone. Just at the busy intersection of the city, among the passing people, there was no one by her side to form a safe barrier from the incoming cars. A faint sigh arose unexpectedly.
Years later, she had another boyfriend. Life, as Eileen Chang described, smelled of mothballs—sweet and secure. The man who used to walk on her left side had gone abroad early under family pressure, and they lost contact for a long time. In the years that followed, like a hidden thorn in her heart, it would sometimes cause pain, though not often.
The world is small. One day she saw him on TV, attending a grand event with a group of dignitaries. The news reporters followed him closely. He was always so polite, considerate, and when he went out, he still walked on someone’s left.
That person was an industry giant, an elderly man with white hair. It turned out that for him, this was merely a polite habit, while she had mistaken it for the entire definition of love.
She suddenly burst into tears, and the past seemed to fade like clouds and wind.
Her current boyfriend, watching TV with her, found it strange. She gently asked, “Why do you always walk on my right?”
“Because this way, you’re closer to my heart,” he replied indifferently.
She once thought love was on the left, and he thought love was on the right.
But if they couldn’t walk together, what did it matter if it was on the left or right? And if they could walk together for a lifetime, what difference did it make which side it was on?
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
