It's just that
some things disappear unnoticed; some words are spoken unintentionally; some loves are unintentionally etched into the heart; some people are better left unseen. Some things we never had the chance to do, and when the opportunity finally came, we no longer wanted to do them; some words we kept in our hearts for a long time, never had the chance to be spoken, and when the opportunity finally came, we couldn't say them; some love we never had the chance to give, and when the opportunity to love finally came, we no longer loved; some people we had many opportunities to meet, but always found excuses to postpone, and when we finally wanted to meet them, the opportunity was gone. Some things we had many opportunities to do, but postponed day after day, and when we finally wanted to do them, we found the opportunity was gone; some love gave us many chances, but we didn't care, and when we finally wanted to cherish it, the opportunity to love was gone.
But back then, we could have been braver, even braver.
Ten years ago, Jun was admitted to an unknown university in the province, and he felt that was already very satisfying. University life was colorful, but behind the colorful life was an extremely boring emptiness. This loneliness naturally affected Jun as well. The sudden sense of loss after being released from the immense pressure of the college entrance exam left him feeling lost and disoriented. He immersed himself in Jin Yong's martial arts novels, trying to experience Huang Rong's mischievousness and Xiaolongnü's flawless purity, finding a temporary refuge for his soul.
When emptiness struck, his heart became a wandering ghost.
Zhen appeared in Jun's life when he was engrossed in reading "The Return of the Condor Heroes." Zhen didn't smile much and had a dignified demeanor, exactly Xiaolongnü's type. Jun inexplicably fell for her. Jun was excellent, he was confident in that. He joined the student council as soon as he entered university; his calligraphy skills made him a member of the college's publicity department; and his long, slender legs and regular exercise made him a long-distance runner—he was a well-rounded individual with good overall qualities. When Jun saw Zhen, his wandering heart, too, felt the urge to find rest.蓁也是长跑队员，他们有过几次接触，蓁对君也有好感，这点君是肯定的，是青年人特有的那种灵敏的第六感觉告诉君的。
当爱情降临时，也是一种痛苦的发轫。
他们从朋友开始，爱情的种子悄悄地生根发芽。一天见不到蓁，君的心里就没了底，忐忑不安的样子，让同寝室的哥们总喜欢拿蓁来逗他，有的时候，寝室的喇叭响起来了：“君，下边有女生找！”喇叭里传来门卫大爷的喊声，君就会一溜烟冲下楼，左看右看没有蓁的影子，问大爷，他会一指：那边！顺着大爷的手指看过去，寝室的老疙瘩早在那里乐得弯了腰，气得君在心里先骂一句：你丫耍我！然后跑过去，给他一顿暴揍。
没有门楣的高低，只要纯真的爱情，大学里的爱情就可以这样。 If love is a book, and Zhen is the protagonist, then Jun should read it page by page, and the reading time is a lifetime.
Another weekend arrived, and Zhen invited Jun to her home. Jun knew what this invitation meant. Entering Zhen's house, the luxurious decor surprised Jun. Judging from Zhen's usual spending habits, he never imagined she came from such a privileged background; he had always assumed her family was as ordinary as his own. Zhen's mother was very welcoming to the classmate Zhen had invited, but Jun felt embarrassed. When pure love encounters artificial material comparisons, it erodes one's confidence—and that's how Jun felt. It
hadn't even begun yet, thankfully, it hadn't begun! Before Jun could consider the extent of harm this artificial avoidance would cause Zhen, he began planning how to withdraw from this love story, which he considered impossible. Thinking of his parents working in the fields, worrying daily about his tuition, and how unlikely he would be to provide Zhen with a materially happy family in the future, Jun retreated.
He was wrong! Jun's unexplained retreat left Zhen bewildered, yet she refused to ask him why. Their initial warmth eroded day by day in a cold war. Too late! When Jun saw yet another boy comforting Zhen, his heart shattered into pieces in despair.
He suddenly recalled the classic line from *A Chinese Odyssey*: "Once, a sincere love was placed before me, but I didn't cherish it. Only when I lost it did I regret it deeply. Nothing in this world is more painful than this. If God could give me another chance, I would say three words to that girl—'I love you.' If I had to put a time limit on this love, I hope it would be ten thousand years!" When you have a sweet love, don't let go out of cowardice, and never give yourself the chance to say those words.
The spark of
love promised forever, but somehow it dissipated. You think and think, but you still can't understand why you separated. Then, you suddenly realize that love is so fragile. They can withstand storms, but not the mundane; they weather the storm together, but scatter when the sun shines. Perhaps it was just a fit of pique, perhaps just a trivial matter. They fantasize about the sweetness of reconciliation, or the embrace of reunion. At that moment, will they be crying and hitting each other, or laughing foolishly at each other? What a beautiful scene that would be.
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