Unspoken plea to stay

Do you still remember that person you secretly loved in your youth? Deep in your memory, they’ve never faded, never been forgotten…

I think it might be a kind of humility that’s ingrained in one’s very bones, something that even the most agonizing treatment couldn’t erase. It’s a kind of heartbreak that, no matter how much one suffers each night, can’t win back even a single glance from him.

In fact, having a crush is a process of creating your own trap.

Many things will end without a trace, just like moths flying into a flame; after a heroic death, they will turn to ashes and disappear into the world.

No one knows, and no one mentions it.

There is a story like this:

The woman secretly loved the man. In her gaze, the two figures were separated by a long distance in the setting sun, one in front of the other, casting very long shadows.

The woman knew that he would occasionally stop at the coffee shop on the street corner and frequently visit the second-hand bookstore next to the school.

She also knew he liked purple and always wore purple clothes. He really liked beautiful English roundhand.

So every night, the woman would gaze at the myriad lights outside her window and practice writing round characters under the lamplight.

The words are filled with longing, stirring gentle ripples in my heart and swaying with a warm happiness.

The year she graduated, as she left the school, the woman followed him one last time, mustered her courage, called out to him, and handed him a long English letter filled with rounded characters, beautiful as poetry—the result of three years of practice.

The letter paper is light, but its contents are heavy—the weight of lost time and youth, the weight of scattering red beans into the boundless darkness every night.

After that, the woman went to the north alone.

As the train traveled, the woman gazed at the boundless plain. Against the backdrop of the gray earth, she could vaguely see her own reflection in the glass window, and a pair of incredibly lonely eyes.

If one doesn’t shed tears in times of sorrow, it must be because the pain has reached its peak. The train, carrying the woman’s memories, cruelly crushes her past youth and heads into the distance…

Perhaps everyone has someone who quietly took up residence in their heart when they were young. She is graceful and elegant, while you are full of vigor and vitality. She stands on the bridge admiring the scenery, while you are the one admiring the scenery from the building. She has already adorned your dreams.

You spend sleepless nights gazing out the window, so filled with resentment that you want to sew the shadows of the two of you together into one day.

Unfortunately, not every relationship can blossom into something lasting. Some feelings, like floating flowers on the water, drift away and disappear; some people, no matter how much you try, you can never win their hearts. So close, yet forever separated.

If you like someone but can’t have them, instead of torturing yourself, it’s better to do your best to stay by their side silently.

Knowing he’s alright puts your mind at ease!

Time will tell us that some people are better off fading into the distance. No matter how unwilling we were in the past, time will add color to our memories, creating a beautiful chapter that can never be erased.

As time flows by, you may have read the last chapter of the book of life, but the warm sunshine in your heart will forever remain in the sequel, leaping with youthful life.

In this story of unrequited love, the past and the man have come to an end. As for the future and oneself, stay tuned.

Looking back, there are some people you no longer mention, yet you’ve never forgotten them. Just like the first time you saw them, they were imprinted in your heart, but you never said a word…