Love story with a happy ending: When Love Only Has 100 Steps Left
You and I started walking forward, back to back. We agreed that when we reached the hundredth step, we would turn around. If we could still see each other, we would forget all the past unhappiness and start anew. If we couldn’t see each other, we would keep walking and never look back.
When I took the first step, a feeling of sadness washed over me. Our love only had ninety-nine steps left. How did we come to this point? Once upon a time, we strolled in the rain, not feeling cold even when our clothes were soaked. Once upon a time, we ate ice cream in the snow, laughing heartily when people cast curious glances at us.
I’ve taken twenty steps. What about you? I really want to turn around and see if you are struggling as much as I am. Do you still remember me? You once taught me how to use a computer and told me about a situation in programming called an “infinite loop.” You said your love for me was like an infinite loop, and I was deeply touched.
When I reached fifty steps, an old man selling roasted sweet potatoes asked if I wanted one. I shook my head, and he pushed his cart away. Why didn’t he talk to me a bit longer? That way, I could have stayed there for a while and not have to keep walking.
Eighty steps are now behind me. Are you also thinking about the unhappy days we had? Why did we argue over trivial matters every day? I always cried in front of you, making you restless and irritable. We would end up saying hurtful things to each other. One day, you said to me, “We can’t go on like this, or we’ll both be miserable. Let’s break up.”
At ninety-nine steps, I lifted my heavy foot, reluctant to put it down. I was afraid that when I put my foot down and turned around, I wouldn’t see you. I was afraid that when I put my foot down and turned around, I would lose you forever. I was afraid that when I put my foot down, I would lose all happiness.
Finally, my foot landed, and tears streamed down my face. I didn’t want to turn around, but I couldn’t help it. I squatted down and cried. Suddenly, a pair of big hands held my shoulders. I turned around and saw you, your eyes full of deep remorse and love.
I threw myself into your arms, crying, “I don’t want to walk anymore!”
You held me tightly, gently stroking my hair. “I will never let you walk alone again. In fact, I’ve been walking behind you all the time, waiting for you to turn around.”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
