[If Time Could Turn Back] [Author: wfh521fzh] [Part 1]

If I could turn back time,

meeting Juan would have been a complete coincidence. Although I majored in computer science in college, I didn't like chatting on QQ or WeChat; I felt phone calls were better, and chat tools felt too artificial. I

was about to graduate and planned to go to Zhuhai, partly to fulfill my dream of visiting the sea. I thought I'd add a few girls from there on QQ beforehand, chat with them, partly to learn about the situation there, and partly to lay the groundwork for my romantic future. So

I opened QQ, set my age and location, and randomly added about a dozen. In the end, three accepted. One of them, Juan, initiated the chat. "

Hi, do you work in Zhuhai?" Juan asked first. "Hello,
me too, I'm planning to go there. I wanted to add a few experienced people beforehand to get to know them," I replied frankly. "
Oh, you're like me! I'm also planning to go and wanted to add a few familiar people to ask for advice," Juan said.
Haha, it's like a comb finding a monk, but it's fate, we can chat. It'll be good to have someone to look after me when I get there. I tentatively brought it up to see her reaction.
"Okay, when are you going?" Juan answered readily. I didn't expect her to agree to date so easily. I was speechless for a moment. Then I thought, maybe she was just being polite. So I opened up and started chatting with her.

After chatting for a while, I learned about her situation. She had just graduated from junior high school and was 16 years old. She didn't want to go to school anymore, and since she had some relatives in Zhuhai, and her home was in Hunan, not too far away, she planned to go to Zhuhai to work in a factory. She knew I had a bachelor's degree and was quite envious of me for a long time. It seems all students dream of going to university, but unfortunately, they can't achieve it. I also had my own difficulties. Although my school was not bad, it was only a second-tier university, and I didn't have much of an advantage competing with the top students from first-tier universities.

Maybe my sincerity moved her, or maybe she thought I was well-educated and wouldn't be a bad person. After chatting for a few days, we opened up to each other. Little did I know, the most righteous are often the lowly, while the most heartless are often the learned.

We informed each other of our arrival times in Zhuhai and agreed to meet for a meal after settling in. Back then, not many people used phones, and there weren't any color screen phones; the best one was the Nokia 8310 with its white screen. That's the phone I was using at the time. She didn't have a phone yet, saying she'd buy one in Zhuhai. I sent her my phone number, promising to call me when she got hers.

After arriving in Zhuhai, I was busy visiting friends and relatives back home and looking for work, so I forgot about the phone call. I didn't even have time to check my QQ messages at an internet cafe. Then, on the third day in Zhuhai, I suddenly received a call from an unknown number. I remembered our agreement. It was probably her, since I had all my friends' and relatives' numbers saved. I quickly answered. "

Hey, are you in Zhuhai yet? You haven't been on QQ, you forgot about me, huh?" It was the first time I'd heard her voice. QQ didn't have voice chat back then, so we always chatted by text. But once we talked, it felt like we were old friends. "It's not true! I just arrived in Zhuhai recently. I have some uncles to visit, and I'm also busy looking for work. We agreed to meet after we settled in." "Hehe, I was just joking," she laughed it off. "Is this your number?" "I'll save it," she hummed in agreement. We suddenly fell silent again. Because we were about to meet for lunch. After all, we'd only been chatting online, meeting in person was a completely different matter. So neither of us knew what to say. Phone calls were very expensive back then, and it was a two-way charge. So I broke the silence and said, "There's

no time like the present, let's meet at the entrance of Cuiwei Market at noon today." "Okay," she readily agreed and hung up. After hanging up, I saw it was getting late, so I washed up and went to Cuiwei Market early. After about an hour, around 11 a.m., I saw a girl in a pink dress standing with her back to the market entrance. I was about to call out to her, but inexplicably, I quietly walked over and gently covered her eyes from behind. "Guess who I am?" I breathed into her ear and asked. She flinched, probably because it was her first time being so close to a man; her face instantly flushed, and I could see from behind that her ears were red. "Ouch!" I quickly shook my hand, pretending to burn myself.

She turned around, and when I saw her face, I was stunned. It was the most perfect face I'd ever seen under 20. Back then, girls in the countryside were very simple, without any makeup. Her bright eyes and white teeth were natural, her graceful figure was innate, and her pink dress and rosy cheeks were just right. True beauty is about the person adorning the clothes, while artificial beauty is about the clothes adorning the person—it's true. The dimple at the corner of her mouth was like a whirlpool, drawing my heart in.

"You're so annoying..." she said softly, slightly annoyed. I suddenly realized how impulsive it was to cover my eyes, and how frivolous it was to stare...
"Sorry," I said, forgetting that this was only our first meeting...we're not that close, are we? *Ahem*, I coughed to cover my embarrassment.

Then she turned and walked away. I thought she was angry, so I followed her timidly. After walking for a while, she suddenly turned back and asked, "What should we eat?" I was stunned. It turned out she wasn't angry at all. She was just thinking about what to eat. "I'll treat you to KFC." She happily grabbed my arm and walked towards a very large KFC next to the Cuiwei Mobile Phone City. After taking only two steps, she quickly let go of my arm and laughed awkwardly. "

Haha, see, it's not my fault, is it? Although we've only met for the first time, you feel like we've been friends for years. You feel the same way about me, right?" "

Who says? It feels like we've only known each other for two or three years, haha." I laughed when she admitted it without my knowledge. She laughed too. Her smile was truly radiant. I was completely mesmerized. Seeing me staring at her blankly, she blushed and asked, "Is there something wrong with my face?" I looked and then hurriedly looked for a mirror. I couldn't find one for a while. I took a small bronze mirror out of my pocket and handed it to her. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Why would a boy like you carry a mirror?" I pretended to be serious and said, "Your confusion is my confusion too. I often get stared at by many young girls, making me wonder if there's something wrong with my face.

" "Haha, you're quite narcissistic." She laughed for a while, then looked at me carefully for a while, and then quietly said, "Hmm, you are quite handsome. Handsome, highly educated, and quite humorous. You must have a lot of girlfriends, right?" "No way, I'm just a poor scholar, with neither official rank nor the ability to exorcise demons. The fox spirits were beaten to the punch by Ning Caichen and Yan Chixia, I don't even have a ghost..." Because she told me during our previous QQ chat that her favorite movie was the Leslie Cheung version of "A Chinese Ghost Story," I deliberately brought up the movie to try and make her laugh.

Hahaha... She laughed so hard she bent over. I reached out to help her up and, half-jokingly, said, "Then be my girlfriend." Her laughter turned into a wry smile, leaving me unsure of her true feelings. I regretted my words immediately; after all, it was our first meeting, and things had moved too quickly. Would she think I was a frivolous playboy? So I quickly changed the subject, saying, "We need to hurry with our KFC, or the line will be incredibly long by midnight." With that, I strode off.

She followed closely behind, not to be outdone. When we arrived, I told her to find a seat and wait for me while I went to queue. The line wasn't too long, and I quickly bought two items. She took the KFC from me and paused, surprised. "You actually remember what I told you on QQ that I liked to eat?" One chicken burger, one medium fries, and a small Coke without ice. I, on the other hand, only ate fries, so I bought a large fries and a large 7-Up with ice. "Of course, if I were just someone you chatted with casually online, we wouldn't be sitting here today," I said seriously.

"Oh," she said thoughtfully. She probably initially thought I was joking when I asked her to be my girlfriend. Now, hearing me say this, it seems genuine. So she's pondering it. I also recalled our online chat. I had subtly asked her about it, and she said she'd never been in a relationship. She'd never even held a boy's hand. No wonder her face was so hot when I covered her eyes from behind—that was equivalent to touching her face! Thinking back, I was so frivolous and impulsive. Touching her on our first meeting. Luckily, she's genuine and unpretentious; otherwise, she might have stormed off. "

Isn't it said that college is all about romance? How come you've never even had a girlfriend?" "Don't tell me nobody likes you," she broke the silence first. I chuckled faintly; her question seemed to have stirred up some memories. "I was the president of the literature club in college, the kind of artsy young man they called me. Don't you think I had a lot of admirers?" My deputy club president changes girlfriends almost every week, and hasn't had a repeat in four years. But I'm different. As the prettiest girl in our class says, "I'm a college student who doesn't belong in college." You might say I'm clueless about romance, yet I'm incredibly talented. You might say I'm old-fashioned, yet I'm well-versed in literature—it's inappropriate

, really. Hehe, after hearing me say that, she suddenly smiled and said, "I guess you're just too sophisticated for the masses." Her words surprised me. She only graduated from junior high, and it was our first meeting, yet she saw right through me. She's so much more insightful than those so-called talented girls, those so-called beauties in school. Some say God is fair; He gives a woman stunning beauty but not brains, like Zhao Feiyan or Yang Guifei. He gives a woman wisdom but not beauty, like Mo Mu or Zhong Wuyan. Juan seems to have both, which makes me cherish her even more.

My parents gave me life, but Juan understands me best. We smiled at each other, holding our drinks and making a cheering gesture. After that, we chatted about everything under the sun, but neither of us mentioned feelings. I think she needed to think it over; after all, we met online and had only been together in person for a day.

We didn't see each other for the next month, only texted each other every night (back then, phones didn't have QQ). She asked about my family and work, probably considering whether to be my girlfriend. Another week passed, and she still hadn't given me a clear answer.

I couldn't bear the torment of waiting, so one night I sent her a message: "My classmates all say I'm not interested in women, and I used to think so too. But since I met you online, I think I was wrong. After seeing you, I'm even more certain of my feelings. Your appearance is indeed stunning, but I've seen too many beautiful women at school; they wouldn't blind me or make me mistaken. What moves me is your wisdom. I don't crave beauty, nor do I despise talented women; I only want to be with someone who understands me. I've been searching for many years, and you are that person. Would you let me hold your hand?" If you reject me, I won't pester you. I'll delete your phone number and we'll just be online friends from now on, never to meet again.

After sending the message, I was afraid of receiving a rejection message. So I simply turned off my phone, got a good night's sleep, and turned it back on on my way to work the next morning.

The next morning, I woke up and, unable to wait until my way to work, immediately turned on my phone. Two messages popped up. 1. Hehe, haven't you already held my hand and touched my face...? 2. We just came here to work, let's settle down first before indulging in romance, you can't expect your girlfriend to drink ocean water, can you? Hehe o(∩_∩)o.

I was so excited I almost dropped my phone. Her complete agreement overjoyed me. I quickly replied: Give me two months, and I'll give you an engineer boyfriend. Two months from now, tonight at 8 PM, we'll meet at the Cuiwei-Zhongshan boundary bridge. That bridge, because its shape resembles a broken bridge, is jokingly called the "Magpie Bridge" by the local working men and women. Under the bridge is what's called "West Lake," but it's really just a ditch.

Okay, let's keep

in touch by text message for now, and focus on getting our jobs in place. See you at the Magpie Bridge tonight at 8:00 PM, February from now. Juan replied quickly. For the next month or so, my work progressed smoothly. I got a job as a maintenance engineer at a computer motherboard company based solely on my qualifications. My job is to repair NG products on the production line. I was mentored for the first month, and only became a full-time maintenance engineer in the second month. Juan and I talked on the phone for a while every night, and then chatted for ages via text. Juan recently switched to the night shift, while I work the long day shift. So we chatted less. Fortunately, our agreed-upon date was approaching. She had already arranged her day off.

On the day of our date, I arrived at the "Magpie Bridge" early, even bringing my engineer's badge to show her my achievements over the past two months. Zhuhai's days are exceptionally long; it's only just getting dark around 7:00 PM. The "Magpie Bridge" is a paradise for working couples; it's crowded every night, but after 8:30 PM, the crowd thins out—everyone knows where they go (to hotels).

Standing on the "Magpie Bridge," I recalled the scene in the Legend of the White Snake where Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian met on the Broken Bridge. I also thought of the moments I shared with Juan online and in real life. My heart warmed. Suddenly, a pair of hands covered my eyes from behind, and the scent of cologne wafted towards me. She didn't seem to wear perfume, but who else could it be? "Wife, you're here!" Since this was our first meeting since we confirmed our relationship, I deliberately called her "wife" to reaffirm our commitment. "Husband..." I thought she would shyly reply with a soft "Mmm," but instead, she called me "husband" directly. But what surprised me even more was yet to come. I gently removed her hands and turned around to see Juan, whom I had been longing for day and night. It was already getting dark, and I was afraid I was mistaken. I looked again, and she was wearing makeup, lipstick, cologne, and her eyebrows were done. Normally, it's not a problem for a girl to wear makeup, but I could sense that this wasn't her natural style.

I don't know what she's been through these past two months, but I can tell she's no longer the innocent and naive Juan I met two months ago. I cherish this relationship and care about her deeply. I suppressed my doubts and gently pulled her into my arms. She hugged me tenderly, murmuring "husband." What a charming and alluring woman, no different from the beauties I knew in school! If I wanted a woman like this, why wait until graduation, why wait until now? My forced composure crumbled little by little. The gentler she was, the faster I broke down. Because this shouldn't be her nature at all.

"Are you still the Juan I met two months ago?" I finally blurted out. Doubt and distrust are a poison; you can only dispel them, not cover them up, otherwise they'll only become more difficult to manage.

She trembled, taking two steps back from my embrace. She looked at me with a face full of shame, which initially confirmed my suspicions.
You have a boyfriend, right? And you've even lost your virginity, right? I felt my whole body trembling, unsure whether it was from anger or fear.
Her silence made me believe it was deception, and it completely enraged me. I roared hysterically: "Look at yourself in the mirror! What do you look like now? One of the eight famous courtesans of the Qinhuai River? Do you have the talent of Liu Rushi or Dong Xiaowan? Do

you know what I've been doing these past two months? I've been working day and night. No engineer can get a permanent position in a month, but I did it for our promise. What are you doing, in bed?

Oh, I see, you're not just talking to me, are you? Is this some kind of 'ancient prostitute investing in scholars taking the imperial examinations' model? Invest in a few, and one of them will pass, right? Haha," I laughed angrily.

Juan was already in tears. Crying, she said to me: "It's not what you think. I liked you the first time I saw you, my heart has always belonged to you, it's never changed..." Haha, I interrupted her with a laugh: "Your heart belongs to me, but your body belongs to someone else, right? Haha, your humor isn't any less than mine..." When a person is extremely angry, it seems that they can only make a laughing expression.

"No, no..." Juan sobbed, her words broken. "Our manager has always been incredibly kind to me, and he even said he liked me. I didn't know how to reject him, so I told him I had a boyfriend. Last week, he told me to come to his place and do his laundry once, and that would be the end of it, and he wouldn't bother me anymore. So I went, and afterwards he insisted on treating me to dinner. I planned to go back to my company dorm after dinner, but during dinner he said he was in a bad mood and kept drinking. Then he said he was dizzy and couldn't go back, so he asked me to help him. I had no choice. But as soon as we got to his place, he pinned me to the bed. I was terrified; he was too strong, and I couldn't escape at all. Because I kept resisting and calling for help, he got scared too, and that's when I left his rented place. When I got back, I saw blood on my underwear, and my hymen looked like it was broken, but I'm sure he definitely didn't penetrate me; it must have been done by hand..."

She finally finished telling the whole story. Hearing it, I was even angrier; the whole story was full of holes. My heart ached terribly, my head was throbbing, and I had lost all sense of reason. With my last ounce of strength, I roared, "Enough! Whether it's Lin Niangzi, Gao Yanei, Ximen Qing, or Pan Jinlian, act however you want. It's none of my business, absolutely none of my business!" I pulled out my engineer's badge from my pocket and threw it into the ditch, saying, "This is what I did for you, and I don't need it anymore." I didn't want to drag this out any longer, and I couldn't bear the constant barrage of bad news. I turned to leave. "

My husband doesn't believe me? Fine, I'll prove my innocence with my death!" I said, and then tried to jump off the bridge. Although I hated her betrayal and deception, I didn't want her to die in front of me. I grabbed her arm: "Don't be silly. Our parents raised us with so much hardship, are you going to let us die for a man? It's not worth it. I want to jump even more than you do, but our lives were given to us by our parents; we have no right to judge ourselves." I let go of her arm, turned, and started walking. After only two steps, I felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to jump, and I stumbled and fell to the ground. I managed to get up, but could only squat; I couldn't stand up.

"Honey, let me help you back." She came over to help me. I pushed her hand away: "Don't call me that, I can't take it. It's better to just be online friends." "Honey..." I was about to call her, but then I remembered what I had just said and swallowed it back. "Let me help you back to your rented place to rest." She said, her voice choked with emotion. The word "rented place" stung my heart like a needle. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you? I'm not exactly weak either." I said sarcastically. "I'm not afraid..." she said firmly. Hearing this, I thought of Emperor Wu of Han's famous saying: "If the enemy can go, so can I!" Anyway, all the cabbages have been eaten by pigs, so why can't I have a turn with my boyfriend? I didn't say anything more and let her help me back to my rented place in Cuiwei.

I rented a studio apartment, and the toilet was to the right as soon as I entered. I turned on the light, washed my face, and my mind cleared up a lot. Then I sat back down on the bed. She closed the door and stood there blankly, staring at me. I looked up at her; those two short months felt like a lifetime. The innocent charm written on her face was gone, replaced by an inescapable vulgarity. That's how women are; once their virginity is lost, they change instantly. Anyone with eyes can see it. Reserve can be faked, innocence can be acted out. But the feeling of naivety cannot be faked. "

If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?
So easily the heart of the beloved changes, yet they say it's the heart of the beloved that is fickle.
"...
I softly recited Nalan Xingde's poem. Tears streamed down my face. I sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed, letting the tears fall to the floor, as if each tear lessened the heartache. Juan knelt before me, holding my head until my tears had dried, then handed me a tissue.

I wiped my tears. The tears were gone, the heartache vanished, leaving only lust. I flipped her onto the bed and, like a mad dog, tore at her clothes. She hesitated for a moment, but seeing the desire in my eyes, she let me undress her. Soon she was completely naked. It was the most tender body I had ever seen. Her breasts seemed underdeveloped, not very large, with small, pink nipples. Her skin was like jade, her abdomen flat. Her pubic hair was sparse. The thought of such a clean body being touched by someone else filled me with rage. I roughly spread her legs. She reflexively covered her genitals with her hands, but I pushed them away and leaned in to look. It was the first time a man had seen her private parts so closely. She blushed deeply, covering her face with her clothes. Juan's labia were small and pink. I parted her labia to check her hymen. It was indeed torn, but only in the middle; the hymenal tissue was intact. It matched her description. I smelled it; there was no odor. I couldn't resist licking it. The moment my tongue touched her clitoris, she immediately couldn't take it anymore. First, she pushed my head away with her hand, but instead of leaving, she licked even more intensely. This time, when I moved my head away briefly to catch my breath, she actually reached out and pressed my head down, afraid that her tongue would leave. Haha, they say women are natural sex experts, self-taught, and it's true. She's already enjoying herself so quickly. I used my tongue to tease, sweep, circle, and suck. How could she, a novice, withstand such techniques? She climaxed in less than a minute, her buttocks shaking like a sieve, her love juice gushing out. The sheets were soaked. I lifted my head and kissed her from her thighs down to her abdomen, all the way up to her breasts.

Juan's breasts were very sensitive; she had been holding back her moans, afraid to make a sound. Maybe she was afraid the neighbors would hear, or maybe she was afraid I would think she was slutty, so she had been holding back "mmm-mmm-mmm," but when I licked her nipples, she couldn't hold back anymore and started moaning softly. I licked both breasts frantically, sucking, circling, and nibbling. I licked her for at least twenty minutes. When I touched her genitals, I found they were overflowing, a vast, uncontrollable torrent.

I continued kissing upwards from her breasts, and I was surprised to find that besides her clitoris and breasts, her neck was incredibly sensitive, no less so than her breasts. The area behind her ears was equally sensitive. You could tell where her sensitive spots were just by looking at her body's trembling and reactions. I pushed the clothes covering her head aside. Her face was already as red as a ripe apple. Her eyes were tightly closed. I kissed her lips, but she didn't know how to kiss back, passively responding without opening her mouth or sticking out her tongue. I kissed her ear and said, "Open your mouth, give me your tongue, moaning is normal, don't hold it in." Then I moved to her mouth. Juan heard me, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, our tongues intertwining. In less than a minute, she had learned to French kiss me. We kissed each other passionately. Seeing that the time was right, I said to her, "I'm going in, are you ready?" She hummed in agreement. I hoisted her legs onto my shoulders; her lower body was a mess. I slowly inserted myself, still feeling the tightness of her hymen. I thrust in and out a few times, my penis still bearing traces of virgin blood. Perhaps what she said was true—she had simply stretched and torn it with her hand, without actually penetrating. Otherwise, I wouldn't have seen blood. My mind was already consumed by lust, and I couldn't think of anything else. After a few thrusts, I began to thrust wildly. Her love juices splashed everywhere with the pressure of my thrusts. The remaining hymen was completely destroyed with each thrust.

Two months of separation and the rupture of her hymen upon our reunion felt like a thorn in my heart. I thought the harder I fucked her, the more blurred the memory would become. But it was no use. Scenes of her being violated by others, like bombs, flooded my mind. The more I tried to forget, the harder it became. The more I tried to believe, the less I believed.

I could only use frantic thrusting, using pleasure to dispel the sorrow in my heart. Because my mind was filled with jumbled thoughts, my attention was scattered, and as a result, I couldn't ejaculate even after hundreds of thrusts. Normally, facing such a tight and wet vagina, I'd probably ejaculate after thirty or fifty thrusts. This also proved that the thought-distraction method can indeed delay ejaculation.

I couldn't tell how many times Juan orgasmed; I only saw her almost faint. Her love juices soaked the entire sheet. Finally, after a powerful thrust, she pressed firmly against her cervix and ejaculated completely into her uterus. I was exhausted too, but I didn't pull out my penis, letting it shrink and slide out.

Then, after resting for a while and regaining my strength, I continued my frenzied licking and thrusting. We didn't say a word all night, just kept making love, resting, and making love again. I couldn't tell how many times we fucked.

I didn't get a chance to doze off until dawn. Juan was already fast asleep. I carried her to the other end of the bed, covered her up, and then took the messy sheets from under her and threw them in the washing machine. I quickly rinsed myself off. After washing up, I saw Juan was still fast asleep. I fell into deep thought. Although I liked her very much, what happened to her was too sudden, too bizarre. I couldn't believe it. If it were now, it wouldn't be a big deal, but back then, my virginity complex was very strong, and I simply couldn't accept it. So I picked up a pen and paper from the table and left her a message: "

I regret that I came too late to seek your beauty, for I saw you before you bloomed. Now the wind has scattered the flowers, and the green leaves have become shade, and the branches are full of fruit." I only truly understand Du's regret now. If time could turn back, I wouldn't want to be an engineer; I would rather be a factory worker to stay by your side. Unfortunately, what's done is done, and there are no "ifs." For me, what you lost was not just your virginity, but also your trust. Rather than being together and distrusting each other, torturing and killing each other, let our memories remain at this moment.

After writing the letter, I went to work. I didn't know what it would be like for her to wake up and see this letter instead of me. But I really couldn't convince myself to forgive her.

I spent the whole day at the company in a daze, making several mistakes at work because I was distracted, and even lost my work badge, which got me a long lecture from my supervisor, but I didn't care. After work, I rushed home, wanting to know how she was doing. I told myself that if she hadn't woken up yet and hadn't seen the letter, I would tear it up and forgive her. I

locked the door from the inside and slammed it shut when I left. I turned the doorknob and it opened; I knew she was gone. The house was spotless, not a speck of dust. The sheets on the bed had been remade, and the blankets were neatly folded. The sheets and my clean clothes were washed in the washing machine and hanging on the balcony. There was a faint smell of air freshener in the house. No wonder the books say that without a woman, a man's house becomes a doghouse. I quickly looked for the letter on the table, but it was gone. I only saw a letter on the side. I picked it up and looked at the words, my eyes blurring with tears: "Husband, please allow me to call you that one last time. Actually, I fell in love with you the first time we met. I still don't understand why I trusted you so much after meeting you online, feeling like we'd known each other for ages. I guess it's fate. What happened at the company was because I was too young, I didn't know how to refuse, and I didn't understand the cunning of people. I fell into someone's trap. It's my fault for being so foolish. I thought that quitting and changing jobs would make it all go away, but you still found out. I hid it because I was afraid of losing you, but instead, I lost you. I understand your resentment. I'm just an uneducated girl, I can't give you anything, and my only purity has been tainted. Last night, I was willing. As you said, let the memory stay in last night. (Your handwriting is so beautiful. This is the only thing you ever wrote for me, and even though it's a breakup letter, I'll cherish it.)"

Holding the letter she wrote to me, I was at a loss. That's how men are; they squander what they have, and only wake up when they lose it. Although I often use the motto "If I gain it, I'm lucky; if I lose it, it's fate" as my guiding principle, I simply can't bring myself to pick her up and put her down. I stood dumbfounded by the bed, recalling every little detail of our relationship and last night's madness and tenderness. My heart felt as if it had been ripped out, leaving me utterly empty. Only then did I realize how important she was to me; although we'd only known each other for two or three months, we were already inseparable.

To be continued... I'll update faster if there are many comments; the story will become even more dramatic and moving.
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