Me and my first love

My first love story has long been etched in the river of my memory. If it weren't for that accidental phone call, perhaps the rest of the story wouldn't have happened. Lei was my junior high classmate. Because of her excellent grades and pretty face, I had a crush on her for a long time, but I didn't have the courage to confess. I could only think of her with my heart. Many times, I secretly hid in the alley near her house, silently watching her light footsteps. At that time, I was already content. My crush grew stronger with each passing moment of her graceful figure. After graduating from junior high, I was admitted to the county's top high school to continue my studies, while she, due to her poor family background, couldn't continue her education. At that time, I truly loved her and missed her terribly. She became my motivation and support in my studies. I started writing her letters frantically, pouring out my longing for her. She was also very supportive, thinking I was quite good too. During summer vacation, when I went home, I mustered up the courage to call her and ask her out. I vaguely remember it was dusk when we went hiking together. We watched the clouds drift by on the mountain, and the blush of the setting sun accentuated her beauty. We talked for a long time, and later, as it got late, I took her home.
After graduating from high school, I was admitted to a university in Tianjin. Even then, I still missed Lei and often wrote to her, encouraging her to continue her studies. During my first summer vacation at university, I went home and visited my good friend Xiang, my best friend from junior high. I went to Xiang intending to have a drink and chat, but Xiang said there was another classmate at his house who was taking a nap. I asked who it was, and he said, "I'll call him out, and you'll find out. She's my girlfriend." When he woke her up, he realized it was Lei, the girl he had been longing for. I was devastated. We were both incredibly awkward when we met, but we still greeted each other politely and chatted and laughed, masking my extreme unease and sorrow. After leaving my friend's house, tears streamed down my face, my heart ached, and the biting cold wind dried them...
We didn't explain anything further. Life was long, and we were just strangers passing by. We'd just smile and say goodbye to yesterday. Years later, she married Xiang, and I found my own happiness; we both had happy families.
If it weren't for that wrong number, there wouldn't have been this story. After a banquet, having drunk quite a bit, I tried to call another classmate, but I dialed her number instead. Because it was so late, she didn't answer. The next morning, she called back, asking what I needed and why I was calling so late, especially since we hadn't been in touch for at least five years. She seemed surprised. I laughed and said it was nothing, just a wrong number. We talked a lot on the phone—about classmates, about family, the past like the wind, all memories blown away. We exchanged QQ numbers. In this virtual online space, we let loose, pouring out our longing. The story could continue.
Once, she was in the city for a meeting and called me. I invited her to lunch at a cozy Western restaurant. We chatted slowly under the warm light, both having drunk a little. Emboldened by the alcohol, I kissed her. We embraced passionately, forgetting everything, as if the world consisted only of the two of us, each other in the other's presence. That time, I caressed every part of her.

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