In this life, you will eventually meet that person.
Whether you are already covered in scars or brimming with ambition,
Whether you are tired of chasing after love at a breakneck pace or cautiously unready to begin,
You suddenly meet him.
To your surprise, you find that every facet of you fits perfectly with every facet of him.
He gives you everything you want.
He loves everything about you.
You no longer follow in his footsteps, bending over backward to please him.
You no longer put on an act, playing hard to get.
You no longer toss and turn, lovesick and consumed by longing.
You no longer overthink everything and keep everyone at arm's length.
Because you know: this is the one.
All your waiting was for this moment, when you could blossom before him.
One autumn afternoon, Zitong was fast asleep in his little room. Chen Song was reading a book, reclining in a lounge chair by the floor-to-ceiling window. I brought over two cushions, one to sit on and one to lean against, and settled beside him.
Lazy sunlight streamed in through the glass, filling the whole room with a warm haze.
I took a sip of tea and said softly, "I once wanted to tell you that meeting you in this life would make me die without regret."
He closed his book and smiled at me, one corner of his mouth lifting to reveal a charming little dimple.
I continued, "But I don't want to die at all. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
I saw him rise and walk toward me.
In the hazy glow, I couldn't help remembering the first time we met. He smiled, held out a hand to me, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so young."
