Introduction:
Lin Zhixia has been secretly in love with Chen Xu for seven years, from high school to university, from school uniform to the workplace. She thought that as long as she was quiet enough and sensible enough, she could stay by his side for a moment longer. But there is never a shortage of people around Chen Xu. He is gentle and distant, like looking at the moon through frosted glass. You can see the light but cannot touch the temperature. She blocked the drink for him, stayed with him through the project, and even heard him whisper on the night he fell in love: "If only someone understood me like you do."
She smiled, but her heart was broken silently.
Later, she decided to leave and go to the north for graduate school, to a city without Chen Xu. On the eve of her departure, he suddenly appeared downstairs, clutching the scrap paper she had written with his name on when she was in high school. His voice was hoarse: "Lin Zhixia, did I... Miss something?"
She didn't look back and just said softly: "Chen Xu, if you pick some fruits before they are ripe, they will be astringent for a lifetime."
She left, like a gust of wind passing through his fingers.
Many years later, he saw a line of small words on the title page of her published collection of essays: "Dedicated to the person who taught me that love is not about waiting, but about the courage to say it first."
He finally understood that it was not that she had never loved, but that she loved him too deeply, so she chose to remain silent.
And she had already taken out her heart from the sourness one morning and baskd it in the sun.
Intention: Real growth is not to wait for a person to look back, but to dare to turn around in the sourness and turn your thoughts into light. Love is not a humble waiting, but the courage of self-integration.