Story of Love: True Love
In those days, everyone who knew them thought he would soon become her Prince Charming. But that wasn’t quite the case.
In 1997, influenced by him, she followed him to Stanford University at the age of 17. Shortly after entering university, she fell in love. However, instead of saying “I love you” or “I can’t live without you,” she asked him, “What do you think of Matthew Pierce?” Before he could answer, she added, “I want to have a passionate love affair!”
“Pierce is, of course, a great guy,” he said. “He has excellent grades and loves sports—he even won the national college 200-meter butterfly swimming championship not long ago. But, but… he’s a bit fragile.” As a junior, he knew his classmates better than she did, so he honestly shared his thoughts.
Since she was so in love with Pierce, he took on the role of an old friend and older brother, carefully nurturing the budding romance between her and Pierce. He was like a tall, lush tree—when the sun was too hot, he provided shade for them; when the wind and rain were too fierce, he stood as a shield. He so desperately hoped that her beautiful dreams would last forever.
In 1998, her father’s scandal, as President of the United States, was making headlines everywhere. The father she respected so much had done something unthinkable, and her world collapsed. Her teary-eyed, devastated photo appeared on the front page of the New York Post. Unable to bear the ridicule, Pierce quickly fled.
Heartbroken, she turned to him, sobbing on his shoulder. “I really don’t want to be the President’s daughter. I just want a normal life, to find someone I love, to embrace him, and spend time together.” In that moment, he wished so much that she would take his hand. But she didn’t.
In 20XX, to escape her awkward situation in the U.S., she went to the University of Oxford in England to pursue a master’s degree. Soon, she shared her happiness with him: “He’s the best man, he always makes me so happy. You know, this is the life I’ve always wanted!” The man she spoke of was Ian Krause, a fellow Oxford alumnus. He was happy for her, saying, “Thank you for letting me share in your joy, and I sincerely wish you the best!”
However, one day in 20XX, she called him to meet her at a bar, wanting to numb herself with alcohol. Yes, she had been heartbroken once again.
After graduating from Oxford, she landed a well-paying consultant job at McKinsey & Company. She thought her relationship with Krause had matured, so they started living together. However, as they spent more time together, she discovered that Krause was a controlling person who wanted to dictate everything about her life. After countless attempts at communication and compromise, Krause remained unchanged. Unable to bear it any longer, she finally broke up with him.
She thought of him again, the one who was always her best listener when she needed to vent, the one who always helped her recover from her pain. But this time, instead of drinking the bitter “sorrow-drowning” wine with her, he suggested they visit a bookstore.
Over the years, browsing bookstores and reading had been a shared hobby of theirs. This time, his wisdom and intelligence made her feel like a breath of fresh air, and it reminded her of when they first met.
That was in 1993, when she was 13 and he was 15. Since their parents were both Democrats, they were brought to a party gathering by their respective parents. His lively, playful nature and articulate conversation fascinated her. From then on, they often met and gradually became close friends who could talk about anything.
In 1997, when she enrolled at Stanford University, he was so happy and shared all his test-taking tips and course selection experiences with her without reservation. He also took her to the school’s fraternity, allowing her to experience college life early on.
Back then, people said they would soon become a couple, yet until this day in 20XX, he was still just the one who accompanied her and taught her how to cope with the pain of heartbreak. As they strolled through the bookstore, discussing the books they loved and debating various viewpoints, she felt like time was rewinding, as if she were once again immersed in those warm and beautiful times.
He said that when they read, he didn’t just engage in calm discussions with her but also occasionally engaged in intense debates, which is a concept from psychology. Friendly yet intense debates can easily help people move out of a depressed mood. Sure enough, it didn’t take long for the dark cloud of heartbreak to lift, and her heart returned to the warm, bright sunshine… This sunshine also cast a loving glow on their relationship.
She was Chelsea Clinton, daughter of former U.S. President Bill Clinton, and he was Marc Mezvinsky, a highly successful investment banker. On July 31, 20XX, they walked hand in hand down the aisle.
Love isn’t necessarily about running together non-stop, but it certainly involves one person holding the fort for the other. As the lost one, no matter how far you go, there will always be someone standing as a tree to shield you from the storm, always providing a broad shoulder for you to lean on during your pain. That person is your true love, the one you can trust for life.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
