Romantic moments in high school
Like many love stories, ours began as classmates. Perhaps it was love at first sight, or maybe it was the gradual warmth of friendship. She slowly made her way into my heart, and suddenly, the sky felt clearer, lifting the heaviness from my spirit.
Let me introduce myself. Before joining this class, I had spent some time studying abroad. A sudden disaster almost shattered me, and I wandered through a dark period, unsure of my path. My relatives suggested I return home to save some money; after a few setbacks, I came back.
I first met her in a common review class. Her beautiful long hair fluttered in the breeze, and though I didn’t realize it at the time, every smile and movement of hers was quietly etched into my heart. We walked home together after school and shared meals on weekends. Gradually, the darkness that had once enveloped me began to lift, and I smiled more. I thought this might be fate.
But how could a beautiful love story be without its bumps? After the college entrance exams, we faced our first hurdle.
Life can be more dramatic than movies; neither of us got into our first-choice schools, and we ended up in different cities.
“Let’s break up,” she said. “It’s better to stop now than to suffer in the future…”
Reading those words on QQ felt like daggers piercing my heart, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.
“Why give up before we even start? Why not wait until we truly can’t hold on anymore?” I pounded the keyboard furiously, as if trying to smash it. “Don’t believe those stories about long-distance relationships. Can’t our love withstand this short distance? You pulled me from darkness when my family was in trouble; you are my only support.”
My heart felt shattered, waiting for her response on QQ—one minute, five minutes… It was unbearable. I called her: “Why aren’t you speaking? Why? Why?”
She remained silent, only the sound of her sobs reached me. I realized she must be hurting just as much as I was.
We cried together, our emotions entwined until my phone started to heat up. Finally, she said, “I regret saying that. I’ve read too many stories about long-distance relationships, and I’m so scared… so scared of this distance.”
“I believe that if you start anything with pessimism, it’s half-failed already. Isn’t that what long-distance relationships are? We can resist the past; we need to believe in ourselves,” I said, my voice shaky with tears, feeling utterly exhausted.
She fell silent, her sobs growing louder.
“I love you. I want to protect you for a lifetime,” I declared.
“I love you too, so much. Distance can’t separate us,” her words reignited the flickering hope in my heart, and I felt my nearly broken spirit begin to heal.
Finally, I felt resolute. Although we were about to be separated as school started, I believed everything would be alright. What did distance matter? It couldn’t divide us…
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
