A Short and Touching Love Stories
Getting to Know Each Other
I met her on campus. At that time, her middle school classmate was my classmate. We later chatted online and eventually decided to meet in person. We had dinner at a restaurant near the school. I remember clearly that she was very shy and reserved, and I was also a bit embarrassed because she was my first love. After dinner, she went back to her school, and I returned to my dormitory. I logged into QQ to chat with her briefly, asking if she had gotten home safely, as she always stayed at home while attending school.
Establishing a Relationship
She got home at around 4 PM. I had no classes the next day and had already fallen asleep when she sent me a text message. The message read, “Let’s be boyfriend and girlfriend. If not, let’s delete each other’s phone numbers and QQ IDs, and pretend we never knew each other.” By that time, we had been chatting for almost three months. I thought we got along well, so I rubbed my eyes and replied, “Okay.” And so, our not-so-romantic relationship began.
The Sweetness of Love
Our relationship was great for a year. We met three times a week even though she was at a different school. It was my first time experiencing the sweetness of love. I felt very happy with her, and although she wasn’t particularly stunning, she treated me very well. So, I treated her seriously and didn’t want to disappoint her. During school, I wasn’t very focused on studying, but I always managed to pass my exams. I often thought about being with her. We went to the movies, sang karaoke, went shopping together, and walked through every corner of the school and the streets.
The flowers and plants on campus seemed to know about us. We enjoyed spicy hot pot together. She didn’t like cucumbers, tomatoes, or rice but loved eggplant. We were both a bit silly, and our time together was filled with happiness. I introduced her to my parents, and they liked her too because they were honest people.
Breaking Up
Before graduation, I went to Shenzhen for better future prospects, starting a long-distance relationship. Though I didn’t want to leave Wuhan, I went to Shenzhen for our future. I became very busy with a new job, which paid little and demanded a lot of time. My company didn’t allow personal calls during the day, and I had to stay low-key as I was new. She called me during work hours, but I couldn’t answer. I texted her explaining I was busy. I called her back every evening, but eventually, she stopped answering.
The next day at work, I felt demotivated. One night, she called and said, “I’m going abroad. While you were away, a guy treated me very well. His father has connections to make going abroad easier. My mom has met him and likes him. I’ve never introduced you to my mom.”
I once called her mother to express my feelings and hopes, but she didn’t answer. She always told me her mother’s expectations were high, and unless I was wealthy, she wouldn’t approve. That day, I hung up the phone feeling sour, fearing a breakup. After a week, I told her, “Let’s break up.” She cried, and so did I, because we loved each other deeply. I knew that without parental approval, our love wouldn’t be happy, and continuing like this would be painful for both of us. I believed breaking up would make her future better. She got together with the other guy.
Five Years
She said if she still didn’t like him after five years and hadn’t married, she’d defy her parents to be with me. After our breakup, she called, saying she missed me. I reassured her, “Don’t cry, I’ll wait for you for five years.” Later, I stopped answering her calls, knowing she was with someone else. A week later, she deleted my QQ and phone number but re-added me, saying she missed me. I felt there was no need to stay in touch after breaking up. Though I wanted to tell her I missed her too, I never did.
I Still Miss Her
After the breakup, I stayed in Shenzhen for three months, doing nothing but playing DOTA to numb myself and stop thinking about her. Life had to go on. I avoided Wuhan because it held too many memories of us. For three years, I stayed away. I never returned to our old school. In Beijing, I struggled and eventually returned. Walking the streets at night, I often thought of her but lacked the courage to visit her online space. Time is said to be the best healer, but it’s easier said than done.
Over four years have passed, and I haven’t had the courage to love again. Seeing my classmates marry and have children, I still think of her. Maybe I didn’t meet the right person at the right time, but I still want to wait for her. During a period in Beijing, I missed her so much that I wanted to call her but had no contact information. I forgot my MSN password and her phone number.
She’s Doing Well
She later contacted my brother, saying she was doing well abroad. I was happy to hear that and wished her happiness. She occasionally asked about me. Knowing she cared made me content. If a person loves deeply and has someone to love, it’s enough.
Letting Things Take Their Course
She’ll return soon; five years are almost up. Does she still remember? Does she still think of me? She might have forgotten, being with him for so long. Even if she forgets, I’ll be happy as long as she is. This matter has been on my mind for four years, and saying it out loud feels better. Everything will take its course. If we’re meant to be, we’ll be together. I’ll always remember the year we spent together. I was happy and joyful, and I still think of her.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
