A Touching Love Stories: Waiting for the Love That Never Came
The girl was considered lucky. She grew up in a remote, underdeveloped area, where her childhood playmates gradually dropped out of school after middle school. But she, driven by some unseen force, remained focused and finished high school, eventually gaining admission to college. She was skilled at writing, crafting beautiful bulletin boards, knitting, and had a talent for poetry and painting. She could sing and dance, and although she wasn’t a great beauty, she possessed a unique charm like the poetic elegance found in verses and the romance of nature. She was recognized as a talented girl in her department.
However, despite appearing to be a clever and tender-hearted girl in the eyes of others, she couldn’t seem to understand, find, or hold onto love.
The regret of her life was that she never encountered a pure love that truly belonged to her. During a candlelight party in her freshman year, the class monitor was caught off guard by a sudden question and blurted out her name as the girl he liked the most.
Yet, the girl didn’t understand what those words meant, nor the silent affection he later expressed through his quiet actions. Her sensitive and delicate emotions were instead stirred by another boy who kept her heart in a state of flux with his hot-and-cold behavior, leaving her feelings fragmented and broken.
At the final farewell party before graduation, the class felt sad about the upcoming separation. Everyone drank as if to make up for the drinks they wouldn’t have in the coming years. In the hazy drunkenness, a female classmate said to the girl, “I wonder which lucky guy will end up with you in the future.”
As soon as her classmate finished speaking, the girl’s wine glass shattered on the ground, and her eyes welled up with tears. “Is that true? Is it really?” she thought. But deep down, she knew that no one truly cared about her long wait. She had loved and been loved, but all those relationships were merely incomplete chapters with no real ending.
Whether during her school years or after entering the workforce, the girl never had extravagant expectations for love. She only hoped that it would be real, pure, and belong to two people who truly loved each other. She wanted to walk confidently arm-in-arm with him through a forest of falling leaves, to feel his warm arm wrap around her waist in the gentle rain, to have him warm her cold fingers with his body heat on a snowy morning. She wished to drink with him when he wanted to drown his sorrows and to comfort him with all the tenderness a woman could offer when he was in pain.
After a brief separation, she longed to throw herself into his arms, sharing every moment of longing and attachment that had built up. She wanted to cling to him at the crossroads, unwilling to take a step further, and to share both dawn and dusk in a small home, just the two of them. Her desires were simple, but over time, after enduring disappointment year after year, they became precious, distant, and out of reach.
Gradually, her heart sank, retreating to the deepest corners of her soul, too fragile to be touched. In the noisy and mundane world, she quietly waited with her sensitive and delicate heart for fate to pass by, hoping to witness that moment of blossoming beauty.
The girl always believed that one day, there would be a love that would make her feel cherished, adored, and filled with tenderness because of care and affection. She waited, holding onto her hope, even in Shenzhen, a modern city full of fast-food love. Despite the cold nights with the rain tapping against her window, the lonely weekends, and the festive nights when families gathered, she steadfastly kept the promise in her heart and never strayed.
What she hoped for was not a temporary “love” that was better than nothing, nor a formulaic marriage performance. She longed for a love where, amidst the vast ocean, she would drink only from one cup, a love that would be deeply devoted and faithful for a lifetime.
The girl waited for a man like that, someone who would approach her and, with deep affection, tell her that no matter what happened, he would always be by her side, taking care of her for the rest of her life. If this were true, she believed she could be his confidante with her wisdom, his beloved with her charm, his virtuous partner with her kindness. She would cherish him, love him, respect him, and walk hand-in-hand with him through life’s long journey.
She waited for the one who could understand her tenderness, who would take her hand and tell her, “I’ll walk with you through this life.”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
