Continuation of the Story Between Me and Her
It’s been twenty days, and the girl still hasn’t responded to the boy. The boy also hasn’t been able to contact her, not knowing what her current situation is.
The day before yesterday, one of the girl’s friends clearly told the boy, “You definitely have no chance with her.” Upon hearing this, the boy seemed to understand something. His worst fears had come true, as a few days earlier, he discovered that the girl’s significant other had logged into her QQ account.
When the boy got home, an inexplicable impulse surged within him. He started punching the wall furiously until his hands were covered in blood and had multiple fractures. He collapsed on the ground, unable to sleep all night, staring at the ceiling with tears streaming down his face.
The next day, the boy quit the job he had just found. He was overwhelmed with despair and had lost all hope in the world. He wanted to leave this heartbreaking world and go to heaven. But his friends found out and were resolutely against it. “Is it worth it for a woman? Even if you don’t have her, you still have so many brothers with you.” Due to their persistent persuasion and around-the-clock watch, the boy didn’t do anything foolish.
However, he had fallen into deep despair. Soon after, the boy learned that the girl and her significant other were preparing to get married. The boy fell silent. After much deliberation, he decided to let go and wish her well.
I don’t know why, but when I heard the news of you and her getting married, I felt a different kind of emotion—not sadness or anger, though there was a bit of sorrow. Maybe that’s the true manifestation of my love for you.
Liking someone means wanting to possess them, but loving someone means hoping for their happiness. I’m sorry I didn’t keep my promise. I decided to let go, though there’s still a bit of reluctance. But for your happiness, this is all I can do. I believe in you, your choice, and your judgment.
Looking back now, in hindsight, nothing really happened between us, right? I never held your hand, not even touched you. We were never together. There was nothing between us except the promises we made to each other back then. I poured all my emotions into it. You told me to wait, and what I got was the news of your impending marriage.
Back then, I was willing to change everything for you, just hoping you would stay. But now, you’ve left without hesitation, without even leaving a word behind. No, you did leave something—you left me with happy yet sorrowful memories.
Although I’ve always been reluctant to admit that you were just a passerby in my life, in the end, you are still with him, not me. Our fate has perhaps truly come to an end, and I can only helplessly accept it and say goodbye to you.
What reason do I have to hold on to this humble love? You chose to turn away, and no matter how much I am unwilling to let go, you’re not happy. I can only let go. When you think back, will you feel a bit of happiness, feeling relieved that I finally let go?
I want to ask you: Am I important in your life?
I don’t know when, but just one encounter made me willing to wait for you my whole life, just for your one glance;
I don’t know when, but just one turn made me willing to fall for you my whole life, just for your one greeting;
I don’t know when, but just one promise made me willing to strive for you my whole life, just for your lifelong companionship;
I don’t want to tell you that I am crying right now.
Falling in love with you, I never regretted it. I never wondered if it was right to love you so deeply. I wrote so many words for you, felt so many emotions, and got hurt so many times. Sadness is always self-inflicted. Perhaps, a sentimental person like me encountering a heartless person like you was destined to end in sadness from the beginning.
Will you occasionally think of me unintentionally? After today, forget me, for I fear that recalling me might bring you a slight heartache.
Some words that I originally didn’t want to say so quickly have been poured out, and I fear I can’t take them back now. Nor do I intend to. Let our story end here, and let it all stay in the past.
I don’t regret my choice back then, nor will I regret my decision today.
I must also learn to forget you. Maybe, after a long time, I will suddenly forget you.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
