I still remember the days when I was a kid when I slept on the same bed with Qiao Xinyan and fought for the quilt, and I still remember the days when she said she loved me.
I also remember Qiao Xinyan saying that she never wanted to see me again. She said she hoped that I would go far away and never show up again.
It is now nine-thirty in the evening, twenty minutes before the plane takes off.
In the suitcase next to my feet, there are memories of Qiao Xinyan and I, or in other words, I simply think these things that she despised are important.
I still remember that Qiao Xinyan once told me with longing that she wanted to go to the Sistine Chapel. She thought it was the purest place in the world. She said it would allow her to forget everything, including the fact that she was gay.
The plane ticket I hold tightly now will take me to the airport in Rome, and then take the train to the Vatican, where I can see her dream.
It's just that after these few years of being together, she didn't want to see me, and I left for her own good.
Qiao Xinyan, we leave all this to the God you believe in, and let the Almighty God control our destiny, just like when He made us fall in love and separated us in the end.
If God still allows us to meet when I return to China, then then——
No matter how much you hate me, I will still fearlessly meet you again.