Love Comes Too Late

Five years ago, I fell from a height and knocked over a handsome man holding a book. I got to my knees and pinched his nose. A pool of blood. He stared in terror at my legs. Over the next four years, I followed him from Space to Weibo, leaving tens of thousands of timid, evasive messages. Seven months ago, I changed my ID beyond recognition. And then... he no longer knew who I was. Then... I took myself away.