Seriously, I've been thinking about a guy I loved more than 20 years ago, wondering where he is now and how his life is going? He used to be so good in my eyes, I believe he must be doing well, I looked for him everywhere, and even checked him in Baidu, because I always thought that he would achieve great things, but there was no information about him.
In our time, when I was in college, I could only communicate with many high school classmates by letter, because the telephone bill was very expensive, and I used letters to pass the boring time, or to make college life a little flavorful.
The college life of liberal arts students is always very slow and slow, with fewer classes, more libraries, and when they have enough libraries, they go to the study room to write letters to high school classmates to talk about their schools, classmates, and majors.
There are many letters exchanged, and feelings will arise between classmates of the opposite sex who have a good feeling.
It's been more than 20 years since he graduated from college, and he should have had his own home just like I did. Who did he marry? Why did he marry her? Why did you reject me that year? I've always been a question mark...
At that time, he was a college student in the south, talking about the cold of the winter without heating in the south, telling the story of not being able to find steamed bread or pasta in his hometown, and almost eating rice every meal.
His writing is so handsome and beautiful, every letter is so thick and beautifully written, every time the classmates in the classroom shout my name, shouting a letter from so-and-so university to you, wow! What a beautiful word! I feel really proud!
At that time, the popular way of affixing envelopes with stamps was popular, and the direction of stamp stickers was different, and the meaning of expression was different. If the stamp is upside down, it is "I poured for you", and there is an expression of "I love you, but I dare not say it to you", and there is also "I miss you"... The confessions of that era were subtle and beautiful.
I was trapped in his gentle letters, and no one said "I love you", but I received a heavy letter from him every week on time- the dormitory classmates peeked at my face to see his letter, and they said, Are you blushing again, shy again? Hahaha... What did he say to you in his letter? And then deliberately made a fuss about me to read his letter...
It was also a kind of happiness of being "loved", a warm current, in short, every time I received his letter, my heart always beat faster with excitement, and I eagerly hoped that he would say "love" to me. Even if I didn't say this word, I was very satisfied, because between the lines of his words, it was this word.
In this way, he graduated a year earlier than me, due to family reasons, there was no graduate school, and he was employed in a very good public institution in a first-tier city!
We continued to write letters and he told me about his job and sent me pictures of him.
Yet there are fewer and fewer letters.
And I loved him more and more, and my mind was full of him, and when I thought of him, I would fantasize about him. Finally, I didn't hold myself back and wrote a confession letter.
He also quickly replied to the letter, saying how I was all kinds of good, and also marveled at how in high school, one day he suddenly saw me wearing a beautiful dress, so beautiful, so that he did not dare to look directly, he meant, he was in front of me, is inferior, so he had a girlfriend, he met her after work, she became her girlfriend.
After reading this letter, I was completely blindfolded.
Suddenly, like a frosted eggplant, it was gone. I had no idea at all that things would turn out like this, that facelessness and embarrassment were secondary, and that was important that I had lost him ever since. His concern, his enthusiasm, his lot of gentle encouragement to me. I never imagined that things would go this way. In this way, I fell out of love, maybe I haven't really started to fall in love——— like others, accompanying, holding hands, there is no time.
I was annoyed that I wasn't good enough, that the gap between him and his school was too big, and that I graduated a year late, which caused such a result.
Reply to a letter, complaining, complaining, dissatisfied, venting... Even because of the angry scribbled language, and he was never seen again!
A year later, I was employed, met a better husband, told him all this, and when my husband passed by his city, we made a call to the public phone of his dormitory, he was on a business trip, his girlfriend answered, I told the girl, I am his classmate who, I and my boyfriend passed through your city, greetings to you! I wish you happiness!
At that time, it was still a public telephone, there was no mobile phone, and I never contacted him again, so I didn't know where he was today.
Where are you today, where are you that I once had a crush on?
