Hey, let me tell you a story. It's about love, just like those memories that flow in the depths of the years, even in the long river of time, they are still as clear as yesterday. For more than twenty years, I have experienced all kinds of love. Some are as sweet as honey, some are bitter as bitter wine, but each one is engraved in my heart and will never be forgotten.
The first girl who loved me was called Lily. We were young, full of longing for love, and felt that the whole world existed for us. I remember our first date was on a sunny afternoon, she was wearing a white dress and a smile as bright as a flower, and I felt as if I saw the beauty of the whole world. We talked about everything, pouring out our inner dreams and hopes to each other, as if time had stood still around us. However, fate does not always go your way. In the days when we were in love, there were too many misunderstandings and disagreements, and in the end we chose our own paths. But even so, my affection for her will never diminish, and her smile is still the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
Later, I met another girl named Amy. She is completely different from Lily, she is the kind of girl who is reserved and gentle, and there is a bottomless tenderness in her eyes. We met on a drizzling night, she was walking alone on the street, and I was drawn to her loneliness. From that moment on, we were like two meteors colliding, destined to shine brightly in each other's lives.
The days with Amy were so good, we snuggled up to each other and shared the bits and pieces of life. Whether it is laughter or tears, it becomes a heart-to-heart communication with each other. I remember one time, we were walking by the sea, she was lying quietly in my arms, I could hear her heartbeat, and at that moment, I felt like I had the whole world. However, fate played a joke on me again. In our sweetest moments, she fell ill with an incurable disease, and I watched helplessly as she lost weight day by day. Eventually, she left me, leaving behind a void and sadness.
Today, I still walk alone in this world, reminiscing about those former loves. For more than twenty years, I have been the man I have loved, I have experienced sweetness and bitterness, but all this has become an indelible memory in my life. Perhaps, love is like this, which makes people feel emotional and hopeful. I would like to believe that one day, I will meet the person who belongs to me again, and we will go through the rest of our lives together, forever.