Her in my life

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As mentioned in a previous post, after meeting up at my hometown during the Spring Festival this year, we spent a few hours alone together before parting ways politely. However, perhaps that meeting foreshadowed what would happen later. Back in the city where I work, everything is normal, except I talk a little more in my classmates' QQ and WeChat groups. Sometimes after I speak in the group, she'll message me privately, but not much. Sometimes when male classmates make slightly risqué jokes, I'll join in, and she'll say things like, "Look how shy you were back then, now you're getting lewd!" She sometimes posts photos of her travels on QQ. On QQ or WeChat, I'll see it and give it a like. Anyway, things will just continue like this, peaceful and uneventful. I don't know why, but every woman who has passed through my life leaves a mark on me. For example, my ex-wife left me with the habit of eating Alpenliebe candies. Strictly speaking, this classmate can't be considered one of the women I've been with, but perhaps the influence of my youthful ignorance is more profound; the mark she left is still there. Because of her name, I've always had a fondness for a certain flower, and I've taken many photos of it while hiking and photography over the years. I occasionally send her one or two when we chat. During a hike earlier this year, I found a new flower I'd never seen before, in full bloom. As usual, I took some photos that I thought were pretty good, and, breaking with environmental principles, I secretly picked it. Later, when I chatted with her, I sent her a picture of the flower and joked, "I came from the mountains, bringing back you in bloom." She replied with a shy emoji. A while ago, I had to go on a business trip to my hometown, the provincial capital. Before leaving, I mentioned in our classmates' group chat that I'd be back for a few days and asked if anyone was free to treat me to a meal. She said she'd treat me to a meal and asked if I could give her the flower, which I naturally agreed to. She picked me up from the airport on the day I arrived, gave her the flower, and we had lunch together. Then I went straight to my work unit to take care of some business. She sent me a message thanking me for the flower and saying we could get together again after I finished my work. A few days later, after finishing my work, I arranged to meet her. She picked me up in her car in the morning, and we went to the riverside together. The area was mostly schools, a lovely setting nestled against the mountains and beside the water. We strolled and chatted; it was quite cool even though it was only early autumn, perfect for a leisurely walk. Later, we talked about how I used to walk like this when I visited her at her school years ago, lamenting how we've all gotten older. Before we knew it, we were holding hands, doing something I'd always wanted to do but never got around to. Around noon, she got a little tired, so we went back to the hotel, ate a little something, and then I told her to go to her room to rest. And then… everything felt so natural. She's well-preserved, and I reacted just as I would with any other woman. A double satisfaction, both psychological and physical, made for a wonderful afternoon. She didn't see me off when I left, but sent a text: "Have a safe trip, let me know when you come back." Yes, we're on different paths now. If we can linger a little longer when our paths intersect, that's a rare and precious opportunity in life. [The End]

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