Our Love Story: A Touching Fairy Tale of Love
In June, I met him. We got along very well. To be honest, I bullied him from the start, though not intentionally. After all, we weren’t familiar with each other yet. But somehow, I always ended up teasing him. Perhaps because he was older than me, every time I upset him, he didn’t say anything and just silently endured it. He could have chosen to leave me or ignore me since we had just met, but he didn’t. He always stayed by my side, helping and encouraging me.
On the night of June 20th, I cried. Maybe it was because I had been in frequent contact with him during that period. The first person I thought of was him. I texted him to tell him I was crying. He probably called me the second after he read my message. He comforted me softly, perhaps afraid that speaking loudly might scare me.
Hearing his voice made me cry even harder. I don’t know why, maybe because he felt like an older brother to me, and I could be completely open with him. I could cry when I wanted to and laugh when I wanted to.
Later, he told me that after that night, he felt that I was the one he had been waiting for. Looking back, it seems true. Since that night, he treated me even better, gradually becoming kinder to me, while I continued to bully him. Perhaps he had already gotten used to it!
I still considered him a good friend, but he always joked about wanting to be my boyfriend. I didn’t take it seriously, thinking he was just joking. The days passed by like that. In July, a boy one year younger than me said he liked me. I told him about it, and he asked if I liked the boy and what I thought.
Without hesitation, I told him I didn’t like the boy, and I always wanted an older boyfriend. He asked, “What about me? I’m older than you!” I said, “You? Maybe I’ll consider you in the next life!” He asked why it had to be the next life and not this one. Yes, why the next life? Why not this one? I couldn’t explain why.
Before this, a friend had told me he might like me. Whenever I texted him, he would be overjoyed. Since my friend worked with him, she often mentioned things about him. I said it was impossible because I always considered him a friend, like a brother. When my friend asked if I would ever like him, I confidently told her no, absolutely not.
After my friend told me, many of his actions made me think he might really like me, but he lacked the courage to say it. Maybe he was afraid that if he confessed, we wouldn’t even be friends anymore. And I was always avoiding something.
Whenever he asked what I thought of him, I would say not much, even though I thought he was quite good. I couldn’t say that because I feared his next question would be if he could be my boyfriend.
Once, I found him particularly interesting. He asked if he could be my boyfriend, and I told him, “Maybe in the next life.” He asked why not this life. I said, “This life is possible too, but you must appear in front of me within five minutes.” At that time, he was in Qingdao, and I was in Dezhou. I knew it was impossible for him to appear in front of me within five minutes, so I dared to say that.
Five minutes passed, and he didn’t reply to my message, nor did he appear in front of me. I thought my words had hurt him and left him speechless, so he ignored me. But a few minutes later, my phone vibrated. Without looking, I knew it was him. I thought he had sent me a message, but he had actually sent me his photo. Although he was a few minutes late, he still appeared in front of me, even if it was just a photo, and I was truly moved.
He continued to be good to me, and I continued to tease him. Many things happened between us, some that touched me, made me happy, angry, worried, or sad…
He kept asking if he could be my boyfriend, and I kept avoiding the question. Until I had to face reality and tried to accept him. One night, I planned to tell him I could agree to be his girlfriend, but I waited until 11 PM, and he still hadn’t texted me. Usually, I would text him first because he said he didn’t want to disturb my life, and he was very busy.
That night, I was a bit angry, so I sent him a message saying I had something to tell him, but since he didn’t text me, I would never tell him what it was. I told him he was very selfish and that I wouldn’t contact him anymore. He kept calling me, but I kept rejecting his calls. Eventually, I answered after rejecting his calls multiple times. He was very anxious and kept apologizing. Looking back, he hadn’t done anything wrong.
Why should he have texted me? We had only known each other for less than a month. Yet, he kept apologizing and explaining why he hadn’t texted me first. He kept trying to get me to say what I wanted to tell him, but I didn’t. We talked until 2 AM, discussing many things.
That incident passed, and I never brought it up again. I continued to tease him, and he continued to let me. He kept asking if I could be his girlfriend, and I kept saying, “Maybe in the next life.” He asked if I could only say “next life,” and I said yes. I didn’t agree to be his girlfriend because I was afraid of hurting him since he was from Tai’an, and I was from Dezhou.
I feared my family would oppose our relationship. I was afraid that if we got together now and my family disagreed, he would be the one hurt in the end. Because I didn’t like him at that time, I wouldn’t be greatly hurt.
I told my friends about this, and they said not agreeing with him was also hurting him. Maybe we wouldn’t end up together, but at least I could give him beautiful memories. On July 16th at noon, I agreed to be his girlfriend. I also told him that if he met someone he liked, he could pursue her, and if someone liked him, he could accept her. He could leave me anytime to find his happiness. He told me he could never give up on me. I was very touched.
So, he became my boyfriend. I continued to tease him, and if he didn’t let me, I would “cry.” He couldn’t bear to see me “cry,” so he let me tease him. But I always said he bullied me. He would say he didn’t, and I would tell him the most philosophical thing I’ve ever said, “If you don’t let me tease you, it’s like you’re bullying me. Will you let me tease you?” He said he would never bully me again. I said, “So that means I can always tease you?” He laughed. I could tell it was a laugh of happiness.
I called him “Little Pig,” and he called me “Good Girl.” Actually, our names should be switched. I am more like the Little Pig, and he is more obedient. I’m glad I agreed to be his girlfriend, or I wouldn’t be as happy as I am now. Maybe I won’t love anyone else this lifetime. I will tease him and love him forever.
Little Pig, I love you. I want to be with you forever. I want to be your Good Girl for all lifetimes. Little Pig, I love you!
Postscript
The above story was written in 20xx. Actually, around August of 20xx, my family opposed our relationship, but we didn’t give up. We used love to change my dear family, and we received their blessings. In March 20xx, we got engaged. In April 20xx, we had a grand and romantic wedding. We are very happy now and will continue to be happy forever…
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
