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In the year I graduated, I officially encountered a boy from Hubei.
He was not the traditionally handsome type, nor was he like anyone I had known before. His eyes were filled with passion and sincerity, something that was hard to compare with anyone I had met previously.
His pursuit was gentle yet steadfast, like the continuous light rain in spring, lasting for several months, and his enthusiasm was fiery and thoughtful.
In the end, I was moved by this persistence and warmth; holding hands marked nearly four years of time together.
During this relationship, he showed extraordinary thoughtfulness and attentiveness. Whether it was the trivial matters of daily life or the delicate emotional care, he handled everything just right. He often joked that in this role-playing game, he played both father and mother, doing hard work and warming the bed.
Such a person made me deeply feel the happiness and satisfaction of being loved. We often made plans to explore mountains and rivers together, enjoying each other's company.
We shared many wonderful moments, from the hustle and bustle of the city to the tranquility of remote villages, from flower-viewing outings in spring to cozy conversations by the fire in winter. Each phase was filled with sweetness and warmth.
This period also included the challenges I faced when I first entered the workforce.
A middle-aged man, old enough to be my father, began to sexually harass me at work. Faced with such a predicament, I felt helpless and fearful.
Although my boyfriend, who was far away, could provide me with emotional support, he could not be there physically to offer tangible help. After reporting this situation to my supervisor, all I received was news that the man had been privately warned, which left me feeling disappointed and uneasy about my work environment.
Those days were exceptionally difficult for me; the shadow in my heart lingered for a long time. Ultimately, in order to escape this exhausting situation, I chose to give up this draining job.
Not long after that, my relationship with my boyfriend quietly began to change.
The differences and conflicts between us gradually increased. Those once seemingly trivial matters, the unspoken knots in our hearts and misunderstandings, became the fuse for our arguments.
Not long after meeting Both Parents, our relationship came to an end, marked by a particularly unpleasant conclusion.
In the first few days after the breakup, he tried to win me back, but I was resolute in my stance.
Once the anger subsided and I looked back, I realized it was already too late. I frantically searched for traces of him, hoping he could provide an explanation or at least a chance to say goodbye, but my efforts were in vain.
I cried like a fool on one end of the phone while he choked back tears on the other. In that moment, I almost believed every word he said, thinking our love was truly as profound as he claimed.
But reality is always harsh. Within just a few days, I uncovered the truth through subtle clues—he had already met a new girl and was now reasonably and understandably with her.
At that moment, all my fantasies and expectations turned to dust.
I felt like a huge joke, a clown being laughed at, with emotions so pent up that I could hardly breathe.
It turned out that all those so-called deep feelings and reluctance were merely lies he had carefully woven. This story, which ended in an absurd dramatic plot, was directed by him in his own way and concluded perfectly, while I stood foolishly on stage, at a loss for what to do.
It felt like a thorn deeply embedded in my heart, reminding me of my past foolishness and naivety, even to this day.
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