Poignant Love Story: Love Truly Doesn’t Need “Height”
When she first fell in love, she was deeply enamored with a boy, loving him with all her heart.
The boy’s parents prepared a sumptuous meal and invited her to their home. However, upon her arrival, their expressions turned sour.
Before finishing the meal, she fled from the house in haste.
The boy chased after her, lowering his head and saying helplessly, “My parents think you’re a bit short…”
Her first love left a lasting scar on her heart. From then on, she devoted all her energy to her work. In just five years, she rose from a regular salesperson to department head, and then to manager.
During this time, she interacted with various men and had many suitors, but none could open her tightly closed heart.
When she went on business trips, she habitually wore high heels, navigating through various exhibitions every day.
Returning to the hotel at night, she would collapse in the elevator, her feet aching terribly.
The next morning, she was awakened by a gentle knock on the door. It was him, a colleague accompanying her on this trip.
He held a pair of shoes and, blushing, said, “Wear these, they’re comfortable.” Without saying another word, he hurried away.
They were casual cotton shoes, stylish and cute. She tentatively put her feet in them; the size was just right, and they felt incredibly comfortable.
For so many years, her shoe cabinet was filled with high heels of various styles, but never a single pair of flats. Was it because the old wound from her first love hadn’t healed, or did she always need to maintain a perfect image? Even she couldn’t explain it.
She dug out a casual dress from her bag, paired it with the shoes, and set out easily, feeling a spring breeze in her heart.
After the exhibition, the organizers arranged for everyone to go sightseeing. Everywhere they went, he would buy her different types of shoes, some for hiking, some for beach walks, and some to pair with long dresses.
No matter the style, his principle for choosing shoes remained the same: ensuring she was comfortable.
As the journey went on, her heart was gradually won over by these various shoes and by this meticulous man.
Perhaps all her previous loneliness and tears were just to wait for this day—finally, there was someone who didn’t care about how high she could fly, only whether she was tired from flying.
She decided to hold his hand because love truly doesn’t need “height.”
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