The light knocked three times.
For the first time, she melted my frozen boundaries with her unreserved heat. I refused in silence, letting the misunderstanding cover me quietly like frost, cutting off the warmth that was too eye-burning.
The second time, the light has a new destination. The lingering warmth that occasionally passed by became untimely rain in my tired world. I left the scene hastily and deleted a name, as if I could delete the desolation quietly spreading in my heart.
The third time, she returned with just the right distance, as familiar as an old friend, as thoughtful as a ritual. Accompany me in unfamiliar games and retell my forgotten preferences. He is so gentle that he will not be stained by dust, and he is also so deserted that he will not make waves.
Until I asked, "What exactly do you want?"
A belated and broken sparkle finally appeared in her eyes, and she said softly: "Chi Yu, you asked too late."
"Not until I have, obviously, stopped loving you."
It turns out that the deepest cold is not that it has never been exposed to light. But when you finally get used to the long nights, you are shocked to realize that what once burned you is now just a polite but distant residual warmth in someone else's cup.
We met because of the light, and finally, in each other's extinguished reflections, we could clearly see all the missed shapes.
Intention: In the eternal time difference, we will eventually learn: the deepest regret is not not being able to love, but that the colorful heart is finally thawed, and the blood that once boiled for you has flowed to other seasons.