Micro-fiction: Wild Chrysanthemums

I don't have to think about it all the time, but I always have her in my heart.

As long as there is a dream at night, her shadow will definitely appear in the faint wild chrysanthemum bush...

Thoughts are so long, miserable, and even tragic. Because, I myself know very well, this thought will no longer have any results.

But you showed up, so suddenly.

That day, on the boulevard leading to the library, I was absolutely stunned to see you coming from afar. The tall figure, the smile, the shawl hair that flicked with the pace, was exactly the same as her. What surprised me even more was that the style of the aqua green dress was no different, and there was a faint wild chrysanthemum embroidered on the chest!

The sudden happiness almost made me can't believe my eyes, my heart suddenly beat wildly, and I opened my mouth to shout...

But, suddenly, I found out that you were not her.

How can I call her at you? Suddenly, it froze in place.

Perhaps, you find my stupid look and miserable white face, passing by, you look back at Wan'er and smile, very concerned, very friendly, naturally very brilliant...

That's how we met.

I began to approach you on my own initiative and quickly became acquainted.

I'm always happy with you, you say you feel that way too; I always feel that there are a lot of things to say to you, you can't finish talking, always feel that time passes too quickly...

Gradually, it can be read from the eyes of the people around us: you and I have been recognized, approved, and become an enviable relationship.

However, I was getting more and more uneasy.

Although you and her are miraculously the same person, there are still subtle differences, which only I can feel, and I care.

I look deeply into my heart and scrutinize my soul, and I have to admit that the joy of being with you, the inexhaustible outpouring of words to you, just treats you as her! In fact, it is still through a person like her who is in the divine friendship with her. Without her, you don't need to pay attention. Otherwise, why have so many lingering topics never mentioned her to you?

Finally, when the day came, you blushed and gently invited me to your house for dinner, saying that your parents wanted to see me. The uneasiness and worry weighed on my heart. I never deceive myself, and of course, I can't deceive you.

I had to be on time for an appointment. But I would say this to you:

You are indeed a wonderful, lovely girl, but you are you after all, not the eternal she in my heart. You, who resembled her, appeared in front of me, perhaps carefully arranged by God, just to make me miss her even more! Because, in my heart, I can only hold her.

I'll tell you her story, her story and mine.

I will also bring you a gift, a faint wild chrysanthemum flower, plucked from her grave...