Some love is like being engraved in the bones. Even as time goes by, it can never be erased. The story of her and me is like an old love song. Whenever I recall it, it can touch the softest string in my heart.
It was still during my college years. Everything on campus was brimming with the vitality of youth. I was a typical science and engineering guy, spending all my time in the laboratory and the library. My life was as simple as a straight line. But one day, the school organized a cultural performance. She was like a ray of light, suddenly entering my life.
She studied dancing and danced gracefully on the stage, just like a lively butterfly. I was stunned at that moment. From then on, my eyes couldn’t leave her. After the performance, I gathered my courage to ask for her contact information. Now when I think about it, I was really rash and brave at that time.
After adding her as a friend, I chatted with her very carefully. From the initial small talk to later on, we could talk about anything. We found that although our majors were different, we both enjoyed looking for a good book in the corner of the library in the afternoon and had a special fondness for that unremarkable little noodle shop at the back gate of the school. Gradually, we went to the library together. We went to have noodles together. Our footprints were left in every corner of the campus.
I still remember one time when our school was going to hold a large-scale science and technology culture festival. As the main person in charge, I was extremely busy. But just a week before the event, I got injured unexpectedly and fractured my right foot. At that moment, my heart turned cold, thinking that everything was going to be messed up. When she found out, she not only came to the hospital to take care of me every day, but also helped me contact my classmates and coordinate all the matters related to the event. That week, She was like an indeterminate little top, shuttling back and forth between the hospital and the school. The event was a complete success. Looking at her tired yet happy smile, I knew I was completely charmed.
After my injury healed, I officially confessed my love to her. By the lake at school, I was so nervous that I couldn’t speak coherently and forgot all the lines I had prepared. But she smiled and agreed. At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world.
The days of being in love were sweet and beautiful. We planned our future together. After graduation, we stayed in the same city and rented a cozy little house. Every day after work, we would buy groceries and cook together, and curl up on the sofa to watch movies. At that time, although the days were plain, they were full of the warmth of daily life and the taste of happiness.
Life always likes to pour cold water on you when you are at your most successful. Suddenly, something bad happened in her family. Her father’s business failed and he was left with a huge debt. She was instantly shrouded in gloom and became taciturn. I was extremely heartbroken and wanted to help her share the burden, but my meager salary was like a drop in the bucket in the face of the huge debt.
She began to work extremely hard and even took on many part-time jobs. She became more and more haggard. I was extremely anxious seeing this, but I felt powerless. Gradually, our communication became less and less, and conflicts increased more and more. Once, over a trivial matter, we had a big quarrel. She cried and said she didn’t want to be a burden to me anymore and wanted to part ways. How could I possibly agree? I hugged her tightly and told her that we could surely get through the hard times together.
But fate seemed not to spare us. Soon after, in order to help her family pay off debts, she had to follow her family’s arrangement and marry someone who could help her family solve the debts. When she told me this decision in tears, my world collapsed. I wanted to keep her, but looking at her desperate and helpless eyes, I knew I couldn’t hold her back.
During those days, I was like a walking corpse, in a daze every day. Everything around me reminded me of her. My heart felt as if it were being pricked by countless needles. My friends all advised me to let go, but how could it be easy? Those days we spent together, those deep loves, how could they be forgotten so easily?
Later on, as time passed slowly, I gradually learned to cherish this love in my heart. Although she was no longer by my side, she taught me what true love and responsibility are. This love is profound and weighty. It will always remain in the depth of my memory and become an unforgettable and affectionate past event in my life