May Our Meeting Never Be in Vain: You Were Once My Only Spring

After I turned eighteen, I always believed that if you loved someone, you had to run toward her with all your might.

So in my third year of college, when I met 33, I fell for her step by step, even though all I’d done was hear her say Gu Nai through a screen.

She reminded me to drink water when I got tired of singing. She saw through my stubborn act. And in the lively voice chat room, she became the avatar I wanted most to see.

Later, I crossed cities to meet her, and crossed time zones to love her.

We fell in love online, met in person, endured a long-distance relationship across countries, fought, made up, and built a life together for four earnest years.

Everyone thought that the people who stayed by each other’s side would never part.

But I was the one who asked to break up.

Over the phone, she cried and asked me, “Zhang Buxian, do you mean it?”

I was silent for a long time before I finally understood.

Some people are once your spring, but cannot stay with you through all four seasons.

The thing I regret least in my life is meeting her.

And the thing I regret most is meeting her.