On October 14, 2019, September 16, 2019 in the lunar calendar, I sat on the balcony of the rental house again, watching the sky light up little by little, waiting for someone to come and celebrate my last birthday, which is also my first.
I sent a text message asking him if he was coming, but he didn't reply.
Why use text messages? Because he blocked me on WeChat. No one said anything to me.
I don't know why I'm still waiting.
Maybe the person I am waiting for is not him. What I am waiting for is autumn, the love I hope for, and the man I imagine. But I don't know if one day will come.
Or don't come, so that I can still have something to look forward to and my hope will not be dashed.
So, I sat in front of the computer and started typing, writing down what I wanted to say, what I had experienced, what I had met, what I had once let go but could not let go, and my own story.
He doesn't want me to send WeChat messages, hang up the phone, or send text messages. He wants to cut off contact with me from now on. Well, I had to write what I wanted to say into a story and tell him slowly.
I hope he can see and feel how deeply there is a girl in the world who loves him. Without reason, without reason, without principle. But he was scared away by such strong love.
A short story about an ordinary girl growing up silently for exactly thirty-six years. Maybe this is your story too.
If we are just a speck of dust in the air, then it should also leave its mark.
Intention: The hardship and perseverance of pursuing love