Bedtime Story About Love: Seeing the Colors of Love
I’m not colorblind, but I can’t see colors.
Loving someone so deeply that they become your entire world is a terrifying thing. Because if they leave, even accidentally, you lose your world. What’s worse, you lose yourself.
I am a person already tired, often feeling very weary.
Today, the sun is shining brightly. I sat with a cup of coffee by the floor-to-ceiling window, basking in the sunlight through the glass. The early spring sun feels warm. My colleagues went home for lunch, but I’m used to living alone, and skipping lunch helps with my diet.
I know I haven’t become so despondent that I lose interest in everything; at least I still care about my health. A friend rode by on a bicycle, honked, and I smiled and nodded. I didn’t notice there was another person on the bike.
After enduring a long winter, the evening breeze finally began to warm. After work, I habitually took a walk alone. When I got back, I found a message on my phone.
“I think it’s better to get to know you this way. I know you have a boyfriend, I’m not trying to hit on you.”
Yes, I have a boyfriend, the one who made me lose myself and left with a “wait for me.” I feel a bit lonely.
“Who are you?”
“I was nervous earlier, didn’t know if you’d reply. I was the one sitting in the back today.”
“Sorry, I don’t quite remember!”
“We’ve met before. I bought a V66 from your store, and I said your hand was bigger than mine. You got very angry.”
“When was that? I can’t remember!”
“I’ve known you for two years. I also know your name. I liked the peach-colored dress you wore; it looked great on you.”
“Are you messing with me!”
“No, get some rest, you have work tomorrow.”
“You’re slow at texting, thanks. Good night!”
“First time. Good night.”
Turning off my phone, I felt an inexplicable sensation, hard to discern. That night, I slept well, without dreams.
“Are you up?”
“Just turned on my phone, at work.”
“Did you have breakfast?”
“No, the weather is great, I love the sun.”
“Why?”
“Have you ever seen someone cry just because they saw a butterfly fluttering by? Do you still need to ask why!”
“People with stories.”
“Exactly!”
“Divorced men are bad, didn’t you know?”
“No, who said that!”
“Others said so :>”
“I don’t care much about what others think! My phone is running out of battery!”
“Can I call you tonight?”
“33635”
When you’re looking forward to something, time always flies. I haven’t rushed to get off work and go home in a long time.
After dinner, I sat on the balcony, drinking tea, feeling the breeze, and watching the sky, half blue, half crimson, very peaceful.
The phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Hey.”
“What are you doing?”
“Waiting for a call!”
“Oh, waiting for me?”
I smiled, “Why did you say you’ve known me for two years?”
“Don’t believe it? Do you think it only happens in novels? We’ve met many times.”
“Really? I can’t recall.”
“My license plate number is 29750, you’ll know when you see it on the street. I don’t lend my car to anyone.”
“Oh, not even friends?”
“I don’t have many friends.”
“Who you are doesn’t really matter. What matters is I’m willing to talk to you.”
“Alright, let’s be friends. Call me when you think of me.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Thank you for making me feel less lonely.”
“Me too. Good night.”
“Good night.”
I think I am truly lonely. Otherwise, how could I so easily let someone into my life and so easily make them my solace?
The best way to forget someone is to miss another.
Another cloudy day. I dread all sunless days.
“I want to see you.”
“Where are you? I’ll pick you up.”
“Wait for Me”
A very thin yet sturdy man appeared before me, younger than I had imagined. His skin was slightly tanned, his nose well-shaped, his short hair neat and tidy. He arrived with a motorcycle, license plate “29750”.
“Let’s have dinner.”
I didn’t answer, just got on the bike.
After dinner, it was already dark.
My phone rang. It was my mother; I needed to rush to a distant hospital.
“I’ll take you.”
“But it’s raining.”
“It’s not heavy, it’s okay. I have a raincoat.”
“Thank you.”
The rain got heavier and heavier. Water seeped into my shoes and socks through my pant legs, and my legs were numb. But my heart felt warm.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No, are you?”
“No, feeling bored? I’ll sing for you.”
“The rain is so heavy!”
“That’s what makes it special, …I am waiting for a girl, or am I waiting for sinking into a sea of bitterness… the cold ice rain randomly slapping my face…”
In the pitch-black night, under the torrential rain, this man I had just met sang “Cold Rain.”
The long-lost feeling of happiness slowly approached. For a moment, I hoped the road would be long, very long, without end.
“I’m here. Thank you. Will you be okay going back alone?”
“Be careful yourself. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
I should have been sad because this was a hospital. Shamefully, I couldn’t help but smile.
Fortunately, Grandma was safe.
The hospital at night was cold and silent. There was a message on my phone.
“I don’t know why I want to be nice to you, and I don’t want to know. Take a hot shower, don’t catch a cold.”
“You too, I… you! Good night.”
I knew I had encountered something again, but it came so suddenly.
“What does ‘I… you!’ mean?” he asked the next day.
“‘I like you,’ silly!” I smiled at my phone screen.
Happiness slipped away between sunrise and sunset.
Two people wanting to be together is as natural as summer arriving, without reason.
Opening my eyes, another season had passed.
Romance, like fireworks, comes quickly and fades quickly. Feelings change unnoticed, like the seasons.
I hadn’t seen him for two days, and finally met him today.
“Why didn’t you reply to my messages?” I asked.
“Work has been busy.”
“You used to be busy too!”
“Don’t expect too much from me!” Though his tone was calm, it hurt even more.
“But you… I…”
“People should be independent. No one has the right to ask someone else to change for them.”
“…”
“Can you stop coming home so late every day? Knowing you has disrupted my life.”
I remained silent.
“Can you come home earlier starting tomorrow?”
“You don’t have to wait for me.” I nodded, answering.
Two people liking each other is actually an easy thing. Maybe it’s just a silhouette, a glance, a smile, a line of dialogue.
Two people compromising is a test. I couldn’t withstand it.
The summer sun is like a woman going through menopause. After a few days of cold war, loneliness overshadowed conflicts.
On the weekend, early in the morning, the sun was already demonstrating its power. I picked up the phone and dialed his number.
“Are you free this afternoon?”
“Yes, what’s up?”
“I’m in a good mood today, let’s find a place to cool off.”
“Sure, when? I’ll pick you up.”
“I’ll call you then.” I really don’t understand an on-and-off man.
“Oh.”
When you feel like you don’t understand someone, the best way is not to try to understand.
Lying under the bamboo forest by the river, occasionally a cool breeze would pass by. We didn’t speak, quietly waiting for the next breeze.
“A man will only love one person in his life,” he suddenly said calmly.
“It should be: a person will only love one person in their life. Love, regardless of gender.” I paused for a moment, but quickly responded.
“I feel powerless.”
“I understand, you love your wife, but she hurt you. We’re like people in two different rooms, unwilling to open the door, yet hoping there’s someone inside.”
“Smart woman, you’re the same.”
We smiled at each other.
“Do you think we’re suitable?”
“No.”
“Why are we together then?” I asked, smiling.
“Loneliness! Let’s make a pact, no matter what happens in the future, we’ll at least remain friends.”
“That’s what I think too. Although I anticipated this outcome, it still feels a bit sad.”
“Me too,” he smiled at me.
People who are too emotional, with both personality and sensibility, coincidentally, we are the same. Fortunately, we are the same.
Perhaps happiness came too quickly, and we forgot the stories hidden in our hearts, the people hidden in those stories.
Two people lying together, each loving someone else in their heart.
Back to living alone, but it feels different. Loneliness has become a kind of enjoyment.
If, after a relationship ends, looking back makes you smile, it should count as a kind of happiness.
The summer night sky is very clear, the night breeze, cool.
Sitting on the balcony, the stars shining brightly, I took a sip of tea, savoring the moment. Suddenly thinking of something, I took out my phone and sent a message.
“Forgot to thank you for something, you know, before I met you, I couldn’t see colors. Thank you!”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
