My Love in My Youth (12)

Time gives people deep eyes. One glance, a few words — you know enough.

Someone once said: you can tell whether you could love someone for life the moment you meet them. Type, temperament, warmth, humor — you know, almost instinctively. That instinct is called experience.

Perhaps that’s why, with just one look at her, I knew — maybe it was her.

That explains the excitement and longing that followed.

Some women awaken desire. Some make you want to strive. Few make you restless day and night with just one glance.

I believe in love at first sight.

I had suffered too much from past endings. Without resilience, I might have abandoned my future entirely.

People say the best way to forget the past is to begin anew. Maybe she was heaven’s gift to rescue me.

But how should I act?

Unlike before, she was not my colleague. Opportunities were rare. Every step required careful design.

I brought her food when she was unwell. I waited below her building at midnight. I froze in the wind for half an hour when her phone died.

Good things take time.

But I knew — she saw me as a friend.