A Heart-wrenching Love Story on Campus

Our fate came in a very peculiar way. I was from the cold North, and he was from the hot and humid South.

We traveled halfway around the globe and met in Canada. The year I met him, I was 17, and he was 20. We were naive but got to know each other by chance.

We were like old friends, as if it were destined by the heavens. I am an Aries, and he is a Libra, with our zodiac signs being 180 degrees apart.

We got together a month after we met. We endured the hardships of senior year in high school together, survived the initial discomfort of being abroad, and as poor students, we would share a one-dollar drink refill for a whole day and still be so happy.

We entered university together, setting up our little home in Canada. We bought furniture and covered the walls with photos. The love at that time was so intense and clear.

We were no different from other couples. We lived together, quarreled, reconciled, shed tears, yet smiles always outweighed the tears.

Toronto winters are very cold, but holding your hand had a magical warmth. Fate seemed to always joke with us; a year of long-distance tore us apart but also made us cherish each other more.

During the days without you by my side, I worked alone and moved houses by myself, but I never lost hope because the time we spent video chatting warmed my days.

As long as I was in your heart, I had no other desires. We finally made it through long-distance, only to be entangled by more problems.

You might never know how much I wanted to marry you. Every step of my life’s plan included you.

You wouldn’t know how your feelings of inferiority due to your family’s downfall made me want to comfort you but left me powerless. We both cared too much about how others felt.

You were concerned about your parents’ desire for you to settle down early, while I couldn’t ignore my grandfather who was in the late stages of cancer. In the end, we were both scarred from arguing about whether to delay our wedding. I hoped you would understand me, and you hoped I would follow you.

Now, it’s been almost a month since we separated, and I have lost 10 pounds.

You might never know that when you said, “I’m tired, we’re not suitable for each other, let’s break up,” that afternoon I was in the hospital with pneumonia and a high fever of 39 degrees.

You might never know that as long as you were willing to fly over and make a sincere promise in front of my parents to hold my hand for life, I would be willing to go through all the storms with you.

I don’t want to miss you, but I don’t dare to contact you.

Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “