Touching story of love: unfulfilled love
The boy finally mustered the courage to say the words “let’s break up” to the girl. The boy and the girl had met in college. As their four years of college life came to an end, so did their love. The season when they broke up was autumn, the same season when they first met. It seemed they were destined to be connected with autumn, for it was in this season that they parted ways. The boy said to the girl, “Let’s break up. We’re not suitable for each other. It’s better if we go our separate ways.”
Then the boy walked away without looking back. Watching his retreating figure, the girl shed a tear, not so much for the boy, but for herself. When the boy said those words, the girl had also wanted to break up, but he had spoken first. A few months earlier, the girl had fainted on her way home.
At the hospital, she was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, with at most a month left to live. When the boy said they should break up, the girl didn’t ask why, because she knew it was pointless. Who spoke first didn’t matter anymore, because she was facing death.
Lying in her hospital bed, the person the girl most wanted to see was the boy. She wanted to ask him, before she died, if there was a next life, would he still break up with her? Would he fall in love with her again? In the next life, would he marry her?
If there was a next life, she truly hoped the boy would marry her, because she really loved him. Marrying the boy was her wish. The girl thought that in this life, they broke up because they lacked a matchmaker. If there was a next life, she wished for the gentle stream to be their matchmaker, for the fiery red maple leaves to be her wedding dress, for the blood-red sunset to be her veil.
If there was a next life, she wanted the autumn breeze to be her wedding procession, the white clouds in the sky to send her off, the mountains and seas to bless her, and the Great Wall to guard her happiness. If there was a next life, she wished for dreamy lovesickness to be her jewelry, to fill the regrets of this life.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
