Valentine’s Day love story
“Listen carefully, I need to tell you something right now, I’m afraid I’ll forget,” he said, his tone a bit anxious.
“Okay, go ahead,” she replied, thinking it was something urgent. She put down her work, even though she was swamped.
“I dreamt about you,” he said quietly. His voice on the other end of the phone was so soft that she could just make it out.
“What?” she asked again.
“I dreamt about you,” he repeated, very gently.
She was taken aback for a moment, feeling incredibly happy.
“I dreamt about you, really.” She didn’t say anything, and he thought she didn’t believe him.
“Was there anyone else?”
“No, just the two of us.”
“Oh? That’s strange. What were we doing?”
“I was riding a bike, taking you to school.”
“Which school? XX High School or XX University?”
“XX High School. We got to the gate, I told you to get off, but you wouldn’t. I said, ‘The teacher is coming,’ and with a ‘whoosh,’ you jumped off the bike and ran into the classroom.”
After hearing this, they laughed together over the phone. In that moment, she felt as if she had returned to the past, to those very pure and beautiful days.
She often dreamt at night, and for a period, she dreamt about him almost every night. The backgrounds of her dreams were often fragments of their lives, both past and present. After watching “You Are the Apple of My Eye,” there was a scene where the male and female leads were cleaning the school. This scene had appeared in her dreams and was so similar.
He had mentioned this movie before. She had never seen him talk about a movie so seriously multiple times. Then, by chance, she watched it because a colleague was playing it in the office. She remembered he had mentioned it, so she decided to watch. But she didn’t think much of it, although some scenes felt familiar. Occasionally, she felt warm and moved, but it was fleeting.
On Valentine’s Day night, they were waiting for a bus. She rarely took the bus anymore and felt a bit impatient. They were sitting on a bench at the bus stop, talking. It was very late, and they were the only ones there. He suddenly said, “There’s a classic scene in ‘You Are the Apple of My Eye.’ Do you remember? It’s like us now.” She thought for a long time, thinking it was the scene on the railway tracks, but he shook his head.
“It’s the warm scene where the boy accompanies the girl to wait for the bus to school.”
She remembered it then and also recalled their conversation. She had never considered that scene classic, but he did. He always remembered and cherished things she overlooked. She no longer felt bored and even thought that waiting for a bus on Valentine’s Day was a beautiful thing. She recalled past events, about him and others, many things, like a dream, with people moving in and out, each with a story.
She often dreamt, but he didn’t. He said he always slept through the night without dreaming.
She once asked him if he had ever dreamt about her. He thought for a long time and said, “Maybe, but that was many years ago, before we were together.”
She felt very sad then, thinking she rarely appeared in his dreams, and those dreams from years ago, he had already forgotten the details.
“Listen carefully, I need to tell you something right now, I’m afraid I’ll forget—I dreamt about you.”
Hearing this now, she felt once was enough! He had said that back then, she rode many people’s bikes but never his. His motorcycle waited beside her for a long time, but she always chose someone else’s bike. Those years, many regrets, he had now made up for in his dreams, turning them into something beautiful.
He had also said that after they got together, he rarely dreamt, especially not about her. He said, “You’re already by my side, why would I need to dream?” At the time, she didn’t understand and thought he was just making excuses, but now she found it quite profound.
She still dreamt often, and in those long and short dreams were many of their former classmates and teachers. Sometimes she woke up and couldn’t believe it was all a dream, it felt so real, like she had gone back in time.
She didn’t even know if she was in a dream or had never woken up.
“Listen carefully, I need to tell you something right now, I’m afraid I’ll forget.”
“Okay, go ahead.”
“I want this to go on forever!”
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