A huge short story, purely for the author to express his emotions without much plot.
Before complete indifference comes, are you willing to write the final footnote for the first rain in your life?
Her arrival came without warning, like the sky suddenly darkening. At first, you thought the raindrops were just ordinary moisture, but until the raindrops fell and soaked your whole world, you recognized the other person in the moist voice - she became the most noble goal in your youth, the only dream hanging in your sky.
Don't you know the distance between you and her? You don't belong to that sky, you should be content to look up.
However, love may be the most unpredictable variable in the world. For a moment, a ray of skylight seems to light up for you, making you feel that it is within reach. But you, on the contrary, shrink in the face of hope. You respond to expectations with silence, cover up longing with alienation, and turn a grand rush into a one-man show of inner chaos. It wasn't until the end was coming that I mustered up the courage to offer my humble and sincere dedication.
However, the rain stopped.
You open your palms, leaving only a chill that penetrates your bones. How can you not regret your timidity and retreat, but who can stop the rain?
Although the sound of rain has stopped, it has formed a deep lake in your heart. All your sorrows and joys from now on will become the nutrients of this lake. Longing and pain constantly stir up this pool of silence, creating ripples that cannot be calmed down. The two are so intertwined that you can no longer tell them apart.
Now, you can talk about the rain calmly. This may be the beginning of forgetfulness. But if forgetting is so easy, why is there still a familiar, secret pain deep in your heart when the corner of your self-deprecating mouth is raised?
Intention: Love is silence, retreat, temptation, and bravery.