Encountering True Love: Who Encountered Her Fragrance?
Just a month ago today, I experienced the most beautiful encounter of my life—I met her. She had clear, bright eyes, soft, delicate skin, waist-length hair, and an elegant figure that made my heart ache just to look at her.
It was one evening, a late autumn evening turning into winter. A chilly wind was blowing outside. After tidying up my clothes, I grabbed my backpack and hurried to the teaching building. Since I arrived early, there were plenty of empty seats in the classroom. I casually picked one and sat down, taking out my textbook to read for a while.
After a while, about twenty minutes later, a girl sat two seats away from me. Since I was reading, I only knew she sat there but didn’t notice her appearance. This class was about classical music appreciation, and the teacher played Chen Jun’s erhu concert for us. The lights were turned off, and everyone was quietly enjoying the music. I glanced to the side unintentionally, and by the faint light from the screen, I vaguely saw her clear face—round, with eyes fixed intently on the screen, absorbed and immersed in the music. She seemed very captivated. As I looked closer, she had long, beautiful hair draped over her shoulders, wore a black trench coat, and white ankle boots—quite alluring. But since the light was dim, I couldn’t see her clearly. Out of politeness, I didn’t look for long and returned my attention to the screen.
Class ended, the teacher stopped the video and turned on the lights in the classroom, brightening it up instantly. Many students headed back to the dormitories. I went to the restroom and returned to continue studying. The classroom had mostly emptied out by then, and this time, I clearly saw her beautiful face—more captivating than before. Her face was fresh and dewy like a lotus emerging from water, delicate yet reserved, vibrant yet composed. She sat there quietly, like a scene from a beautiful painting.
“Loving beauty more than power,” as ancient emperors did, how could I be an exception? Gazing at this rare beauty, how could I not feel my heart flutter? My heart was racing at 120 beats per minute, my face was burning, and I couldn’t control my impulses. Could this be the so-called love at first sight? A feeling I never believed in, but perhaps it was happening to me—I had to believe it! We studied together, each doing our assignments and reading our books, as time quietly flowed by, minute by minute…
It was 10:30 p.m., and the dormitory staff were coming to turn off the lights and lock up the building. I began packing my backpack, and she started packing as well, but she was a bit faster, leaving the classroom first. I followed closely behind, and as we descended the stairs, she walked ahead with hurried little steps, probably because it was getting late and she still needed to wash up. I hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to greet her. After some internal struggle, I mustered the courage and rushed forward.
“Hi there! You’re in the classical music appreciation class too, right? Has the teacher taken attendance yet?”
“No, the teacher mentioned taking attendance in the first week, but never did.”
And so, we started chatting. Her voice was so pleasant, gentle yet resonant, matching her appearance perfectly—she seemed well-educated and cultured. Soon, I arrived at my dormitory, said goodbye, and thus ended our first encounter!
Now I can say with certainty that I like her—not just for her beauty, but for the way she makes my heart race. Because of her, my life has become more filled with motivation and hope! A month later, I want to tell her: In the most beautiful time of my life, I had the most beautiful encounter. I love you, forever and always! This year, we are twenty years old!
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
