A Sad Love Story

At the age of 8, he saw her for the first time. He remembered clearly that day she wore a red dress. It was a rose red, pure, bright, and passionate. As she moved, the hem of her dress fluttered like flowers in full bloom in March. She smiled lightly, revealing a hint of white teeth, like a princess, radiant and charming.

And just like that, he fell deeply in love with her. In his young heart, how he wished she were his sister, to see her every day, to hold her hand, and to smell the refreshing fragrance emanating from her. She was 18 that year, a whole decade older than him. She was a guest at their neighbor’s house.

At 18, he got into college, growing into a strong and handsome young man. At school, he buried himself in studying in the library all day long, indifferent to the ebb and flow of seasons. Because in his dreams, he often saw her, uninterrupted for ten years.

He wished that by diligently studying and building a bright future, he could attract her attention and not waste his affection for her. It was a driving force. Such is the nature of unrequited love, experiencing joy and sorrow alone throughout the seasons. But in that year, she got married. He fell into a cold abyss all at once.

At 28, after graduating from graduate school, he had a stable job. Many girls pursued him, but his heart seemed dead, unmoved. Who can understand emotions clearly? He heard that she was doing well, having a daughter, living in harmony and happiness. He felt a slight comfort.

At 38, he had his own company, with hundreds of employees and assets exceeding tens of millions. Others couldn’t understand why he was still single, but he just smiled faintly, without explaining. Every night, he had a habit of driving to her house, watching her figure move past the window.

Thirty years had passed, she was no longer youthful and beautiful, slender and elegant, but he still remembered that day many years ago when she walked past him in her rose red dress, like a fairy descending from the heavens, her beauty breathtaking. He stood downstairs with his head held high, becoming a part of the scenery, until the lights in her house went out, until the night grew deep and quiet.

At 48, he experienced the biggest setback of his life, his company went bankrupt. A close friend who had been very good to him took away all his mainstays and company secrets. His mood darkened to the extreme, he had no home, he couldn’t tell anyone about his plight, he went from being a big boss to a penniless man.

However, from another perspective, this allowed him to see the complexities of the world, the coldness of human nature, and made him realize how pure the feeling he had guarded in his heart was!

At 58, he heard that her husband had cancer. He sent his meager savings to her. He could have delivered it in person, but he was afraid she wouldn’t accept it, so he chose to mail it. In the remitter column, he wrote “50 years of dreams.” Yes, fifty years.

Fifty years can change many things, even though the sea cannot change into mulberry fields, but how many cycles of blooming and withering flowers are there?

At 68, his hair had turned completely white. Her husband was eventually taken away by cancer, and her daughter was abroad. Now, she was alone just like him. He moved to live next door to her, without any other purpose, just hoping to see her, to take care of her.

After a lifetime, his heart was as calm as water. They greeted each other with smiles every morning, she had become an elderly person with limited mobility. At dusk, they sat in the garden downstairs.

There were many elderly men and women there, and they had a great time chatting. But she never knew who he was, never knew that there was someone in this world who had silently loved her for a lifetime.

Two years later, she passed away. It was in autumn, when the yellow leaves had begun to fall. She didn’t come out in the morning, and his heart sank. He had someone break open the door, and she lay peacefully on the bed, her face serene, as if she was having a distant dream.

Tears filled his eyes, his heart was broken, and he was grief-stricken…

Such is a love in this world, it doesn’t care about gains or losses, it doesn’t care about outcomes, it’s just a simple liking, a love. Crossing the worldly conflicts, spanning the flow of time, perhaps it’s all because of a chance encounter, destined for a lifetime.

Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “