Come Slowly

The first time I saw her was in the winter of 2008. She huddled up in a white down jacket and a white scarf, quietly looking at the frozen lake. The tip of her nose, which was red from the cold, was the only vivid thing in the white snow, but her eyes were unfocused. The second time I saw her was in the afternoon when she was skipping classes. The girl was squatting in the corner of the park and gently scratching the stray cat's chin, "Tuantuan, can I not go home?" When I met her again after staying up all night for two nights and going out to buy coffee, she came from the opposite side of the street holding a cone. She couldn't wait to take a sip as soon as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Her eyebrows were curved and her eyes were full of light. The naughty child knocked her cone to the ground while chasing her, but she breathed a sigh of relief, "It's a good thing I took a bite first." At that time, he was despairing, thinking that the whole world was filled with only indifference and betrayal, but at that moment he saw the soft light and brightness in her eyes. I don't know the origin of love, I only know that I will only have you for the rest of my life.