Love and heartache
There is a kind of affection that is merely a habit. There was a boy named Sen and a girl named Mo. They met at their workplace. From the moment Sen first saw Mo, he secretly liked her.
By chance, a job transfer brought them together, and because of work, Mo asked Sen for his phone number. Sen was delighted for a long time. Gradually, they became familiar with each other.
One day, Mo and Sen were riding home in the same car. Coincidentally, Mo’s roommate had to work late and forgot to leave the key for Mo. Mo thought for a moment and then asked Sen if she could stay at his place for the night. Sen was so excited he couldn’t speak. Mo asked again if he agreed or not, and Sen nodded. This act of kindness brought them closer.
Whenever Mo encountered any difficulties at work or had conflicts with others, she would share them with Sen. As time passed, Sen’s liking for Mo grew into love.
One day, Mo stayed over at Sen’s place again. Out of nowhere, Sen mustered the courage to kiss her. Mo was stunned, and so was Sen. Mo asked him what happened, and Sen said he didn’t know. They both stayed silent. A minute passed, then two. Sen couldn’t control himself and kissed Mo again. Initially, Mo resisted, but gradually she responded.
They got together, and Sen took care of Mo in every possible way. However, Mo, perhaps because of her introverted nature, was neither warm nor cold towards Sen.
As the end of the year approached, Mo’s family urged her to return home for a matchmaking event. Sen was in agony, but there was nothing he could do. It was destined that Sen and Mo couldn’t be together because Sen already had a family.
Mo went home for the matchmaking event, and Sen went home for the New Year.
During the New Year, Sen couldn’t eat or sleep well, his mind filled with thoughts of Mo’s smile. The year passed, and they both returned to their jobs.
Sen and Mo were still together, but things had changed. Mo had met someone through the matchmaking event and frequently texted and called him. This made Sen very upset. However, there was no way around it; Mo was destined to marry, and no one could change that. Sen often cried in secret, and Mo wasn’t feeling any better.
After about a month, Mo possibly broke up with the matchmaking guy for Sen. Sen was both happy and sad. Happy that Mo was his again, sad that she put aside such an important matter for him.
Sen felt deep compassion for Mo. They laughed and talked, sometimes quarreled, but Sen always gave in. Sen had become inseparable from Mo. Despite Mo’s introverted and indifferent attitude, Sen cherished her like a treasure.
Time flew by, and it was New Year again. Mo was getting older, and her family was anxious for her to return home to settle down. Mo took leave to go home for another matchmaking event. Sen was devastated.
During the New Year, Mo chatted with Sen and told him she was getting married and wouldn’t return to work. Sen finally broke down and cried bitterly. Mo left to marry the matchmaking guy, and gradually, their contact lessened. Sen even thought about suicide, but thinking of his family and Mo, he held on.
Days passed by, and Sen never felt as spirited as before. One day, he couldn’t sleep and had a twitching eye all day. In the evening, he couldn’t help but call Mo. Mo told him she had broken up with her fiancé. Sen was shocked and felt heartbroken. He thought he had let go and that Mo had found someone she liked and would be happy. But who would have thought this would happen? Now, Mo was worried she might be pregnant, and this matter dealt a heavy blow to her.
Sen hated himself for not being able to protect Mo. He felt that hurting her was worse than killing him. Now, Sen called Mo every day because he couldn’t find a better way to help her forget her pain. Sen still loved Mo deeply, perhaps even more than his own life.
There is a kind of affection that is merely a habit. There is a kind of affection that is merely touched. But true affection is willing to sacrifice for love.
I love you. No matter what, in my heart, you will always be that pure, innocent person I first met.
Your name is more important than my life.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
