A Bedtime Love Story for My Girlfriend 1
She knew that next year, in April, she would definitely come to Venice. No matter what happened, she had to come to Venice!
It was a whole year’s wait. For this April, she felt like she had aged.
No one knew her secret. It was her own Venice.
This time, she came first.
She bought several pieces of Milan’s spring fashion, the new styles, which were quite expensive. Eight years later, she was now in her thirties.
In the mirror was a charming lady, her red lips like raging flames. She wasn’t waiting for her lover; she was waiting for a promise. She had missed this promise for seven years and couldn’t miss it again.
But he didn’t come.
He didn’t come.
For five days, she lingered in the places they had once visited together, unable to figure out why he didn’t come. Perhaps he had finally given up, got married, and started living an ordinary life just like her.
On the day she was leaving, the landlady called her, “A phone call for you, Yi Jian Mei.”
Her heart pounded as she rushed downstairs. It was him, it was him!
No, it wasn’t him.
It was his sister.
The woman said, “My brother asked me to call Venice, thinking maybe a woman was waiting for him.”
“Where’s your brother?”
“He passed away. He had been sick since last winter and always wanted to come to Venice, but his health wouldn’t allow it…”
This felt too much like a movie, like a story, almost unreal. In a daze, she went back upstairs and looked at the red windows, flickering like burning flames, leaping in her heart, in her dreams.
There is a kind of love in this world that cannot be spoken of, cannot be forgotten, even if it lasts only a few days. Perhaps, it is the flower that can never be forgotten in one’s lifetime—though it blooms in the valley where no one knows, though it may wither in a few days, only they know how hard they tried to bloom.
She knew that every April from now on, she would come to Venice—in the season when the flowers bloom, she would walk through those old streets, reminiscing about a past romantic affair.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
