If That Day, Don't Miss It Again

He spent his long life thinking about someone who didn't have time. Starting from the first sight. Looking at each other for two seconds, he remembered her for several years. Later they fell in love with each other, but missed each other again and again. The school bus drove in the opposite direction, text messages were typed and deleted late at night, and a hand-drawn greeting card was hidden in the deepest part of the English book, where it stayed for half a lifetime. His life was stable and decent, but he would occasionally stop walking when he passed by the entrance of a middle school and heard the gymnastics music playing on the radio. When he died, he closed his eyes, thinking that the story was over. Open your eyes again. There she sat. Wearing a white T-shirt, the ends of her hair were hanging down to cover less than half of her face. Nothing has happened yet. This time, he won't let go.