Unforgettable youthful love
In life, there are always some so-called regrets, especially at this youthful age. Whether male or female, there are always a few days each month when you don’t know what’s wrong, as if there’s a stone pressing on your heart, an unspeakable discomfort. You don’t know who you are, what you’re thinking, where you are, what you want to do, or what you should do. You just don’t know, don’t know, don’t know!
It feels like something is missing in life. What is it? Since childhood, it seems that I have always been moving forward with the goal of getting into college: elementary school, middle school, high school. Finally, I’ve reached my current life in college. It feels like my goal has been achieved.
There’s no one like the former class teacher, earnestly advising me. I remember my middle school class teacher once said, “You should cherish this time now. When you get to college, even if you desperately want to find someone like me to be both your father and mother, there won’t be anyone.” In my youthful ignorance, I took it as a joke, but I didn’t expect it to come true so quickly. It really is wisdom from someone who’s been there.
The goal has been achieved, so what’s still missing? Although I’m just a freshman, the sense of crisis is still there. The basic skills needed in society? Various software? Social interactions? Personal eloquence? Hobbies? No, it doesn’t seem to be any of those. Maybe it’s love…
I am a fool, one who can’t get past his own barriers. I long to find my dream love, yet I constantly reject others’ affections, even toying with them. In this life, I owe someone emotionally. If I could, I don’t even know how I could make amends.
Every time I played basketball, there was always a girl sitting quietly on the sidelines watching. Every time I took a break, there was always a girl handing me a bottle of water and a pack of tissues.
Every time I ate, the girl always took special care of me, even washing dishes for me. She gave me cookies during festivals, a watch on my birthday, and always liked to chat with me after class. She would stick around when bored, make instant noodles for me, bring me lunch, and changed so much for me…
Isn’t there a saying that when you hold an umbrella for others, you don’t notice someone holding an umbrella for you from behind? Moreover, at that time, I had no one else holding an umbrella for me. Of course, I wasn’t a fool.
Although my character and reputation were not great, that was all in the past. People can change. In my youthful ignorance, I thought this wasn’t what I wanted. This wasn’t the dream version of myself. How funny.
Counting on my fingers, it’s been almost four years since we separated. It was unclear when it started, and unclear when it ended. In the days that followed, I regretted it. When bored and alone, I really missed her. After all, I probably won’t meet another girl who treats me so well in this lifetime. Is this happiness, or a regret?
We haven’t been in contact much over the years. She has found new love, and I have let go of this experience. However, when I look back, I am really grateful to her. What a wonderful girl she was, but unfortunately, she loved the wrong person. But I still want to thank her for giving me a perfect high school experience. I just don’t know why her words often echo in my ears: “Distance creates beauty.”
Perhaps only after parting did I truly understand. The journey of life must continue. Since I’ve missed out, I can only look forward and cherish the next “her.” Seriously love someone. Make up for what I owe her by treating someone else well. I hope that girl can be happy.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
