It was an ordinary afternoon. The sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves and fell on the campus path. I was hurrying to the library with a stack of books in my hands, ready to secure a spot I liked to review well.
Just around the corner, I bumped into her. The books were scattered all over the ground with a clattering sound. My heart gave a jolt, and I regretted how careless I had been. I quickly squatted down to pick up the books, constantly saying “I’m sorry”. When I raised my head, I saw her. Her long, smooth hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her bright eyes showed a hint of panic. But it was soon replaced by a smile. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I was in a hurry too.” ” While helping to pick up the books, she said.
At that moment, it seemed as if time had slowed down. The noisy sounds around gradually faded away. All I could see was her. After picking up the book, we had a brief chat and learned that she and I were students of the same school but different majors. When she smiled, she had two faint dimples, which were particularly beautiful. That smile was like a ray of light shining into my originally plain life.
Since then, it seemed that a wonderful connection began. In the school cafeteria, I could run into her several times. Every time we met, we would smile at each other and then sit together to have meals, sharing the funny things in each other’s lives. Gradually, we became more and more familiar with each other, and the topics we talked about also increased, from our favorite books and music to our expectations for the future.
Once, the school held a large-scale cultural and artistic evening party. I knew that she had always loved singing and sang very well, so I bought the tickets in advance and invited her to watch it together. That night, the stage lights were dazzling and the singers performed to their heart’s content. She watched it with great immersion, her eyes shining with excitement. After the performance, we strolled along the lake in the campus. The moonlight shone on the lake surface, making it sparkle. I gathered my courage and took her hand. She trembled slightly but didn’t break free. At that moment, my heart almost jumped out, and I felt that the whole world had become incredibly beautiful.
After getting together, we spent many sweet times. On weekends, we would go to every corner of the city to explore those off-the-shelf coffee shops. There was a coffee shop hidden in a small alley, decorated in a very retro style, with wooden tables and chairs and some old photos hanging on the wall. We often sat by the window, ordered two cups of latte and a piece of cheesecake, and sat there for the whole afternoon. We would share the good books we had read recently with each other, or just quietly watch the people coming and going outside the window, enjoying each other’s company.
During the vacation, we also went on trips together. I remember once we went to the seaside. When the first ray of sunlight of the morning fell on the sea surface, it sparkled like broken gold. We walked hand in hand on the beach. The gentle sea breeze blew, carrying the saltiness of the sea water. She wore a white dress and her long hair fluttered in the wind. She was as beautiful as a painting. We built sandcastles together by the seaside. Like two children, they played and laughed. When they got tired, they would lie on the beach chair, drinking iced cola and looking at the azure sky and the boundless sea. At that moment, I felt that as long as I could be with her, everything in the world would become so wonderful, and no troubles could disturb us.
The road of love is never smooth. As our academic pressure increased, our communication gradually decreased and conflicts began to arise. Once, because I was busy preparing for an important exam, I didn’t contact her much for several consecutive days. After I finished the exam, she flew into a rage at me, saying that I had ignored her feelings. When she needed me, I was always absent. I felt very wronged in my heart, thinking that I was striving hard for our future but couldn’t get her understanding. That time, we had a big quarrel. Both of us were so angry that our faces turned red, and then we parted on bad terms.
After returning to the dormitory, I lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I began to reflect on myself, whether I had really neglected her feelings because of my studies. I recalled those wonderful times we had spent together, her smile, her tenderness, and a sharp pain pierced my heart. I knew that I couldn’t give up our relationship just because of such conflicts.
The next day, I got up very early and waited for her downstairs of her dormitory. I held a bunch of lilies that she loved the most in my hands, feeling both nervous and excited. When she showed up, I saw her eyes were red, obviously she hadn’t slept well all night. I walked up to her, handed her the flowers and said sincerely: “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been so preoccupied with my own affairs that I neglected your feelings. You are the most important to me. From now on, I will definitely pay more attention and spend more time with you.” ” She looked at me, her eyes glistening with tears. She took the flower and threw herself into my arms. At that moment, I knew that our relationship had gone through this test and had become even stronger.
Later, we both faced the choice of graduation. She wanted to return to her hometown to develop her career, while I received a job offer from a big company in another place. This was another difficult problem before us. We discussed it for a long time, had arguments and shed helpless tears. But in the end, we decided to face it together. I persuaded the company and applied for a job at the branch in her hometown city. When I told her the news, she jumped up excitedly and hugged me tightly. She said, “I knew we could overcome all the difficulties together.”
We have been together for several years. Although there are still some minor frictions in our life, every time we can understand and tolerate each other, and go through those difficult times together. We are like being attracted by an invisible force of love. No matter what we encounter, we stick closely together and never leave each other. I believe that our love story will continue to be written. Filled with more beauty and warmth.