I Missed You Very Much Later

During those two years, they were roommates. He handed her 132 notes, and she saved three boxes of memories. On the day after the high school entrance examination, she finally plucked up the courage to confess her love. He said: "I didn't do well in the exam and I have to repeat it. I don't want to talk about it now." She waited a year. He was admitted to No. 1 Middle School and she went to No. 2 Middle School. During the three years of high school, they were separated by dozens of kilometers, relying on letters every week and meeting once a month to sustain their relationship bit by bit. She thought that as long as she waited, she would always be able to wait. But when he finally stood in front of her and said, "I've finished the exam," she had learned to swallow back what she wanted to say. Later, she went to college in the provincial capital, and he repeated his studies in a small town. Later she found a new man, and he finally came to her city. Later, they met by chance in the supermarket, and he asked: "Do you still keep those 132 notes?" She smiled and said, "Throw it away long ago." In fact, I kept them all. There are just some words that, three years later, will no longer need to be said. This is a story about "I thought you would come, I thought you would wait". 132 Notes, four years of waiting, one miss.