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I was 21 years old

I was 21 years old

By fengPublished 3 years ago 7 min read

My relationship with her changed from normal to close when she was on her first birthday. It was the National Day that was approaching and her birthday was on the National Day. She invited all her good friends in the group to her birthday.

I wished her a happy birthday, I said I couldn't go, she said she wanted me to.

That year, I was a sophomore. I was twenty-one years old. She was one year older than me.

Before her birthday, she posted several photos in the group, which are her photos, with the ancient theme that I like. I admit that I fell in love with this girl.

Later, I asked her when she noticed me, and she said that every post she posted had my likes, so she found me. When I heard this, I was very sweet. It is true that not everyone's post I will like.

That year on vacation back home, I have a holiday early, no playmates, more coincidence is she also came home, I know she has a job, I guess her work unit should give her a holiday.

We all like to play games, she invited me to her home to play together, what a coincidence, we do not have a small partner, fast New Year, I put a box of milk in the name of New Year went to her home, that day, play games for an afternoon, very happy, it is in addition to mobile phone chat in addition to our first so close distance.

Sometimes, the heat of a relationship is like a rocket in the air. The fire will keep you warm all winter long.

Since the start of the holiday a few days, life only left her shadow, chat and games every day, until later partners have a holiday.

Later to play to sing together, will drink a lot of wine, will laugh together, very happy, not too much. She would stay up late, she would go home, and she wouldn't be able to sleep, and she would tell me a lot of stories about herself.

Once I went back late, I asked her why she didn't sleep, she told me that her parents had quarreled, just because of herself, because her father didn't like her, I was distressed for her, but also worried for her, I had to comfort her.

Her body is bad, she likes drinking, drinking injury body, in order to body you need to drink less, drink little, she can't do later, I gradually understand, that she and her best friend went to the bar, she called me, I decided to accompany her, to listen to her best friend in the story which he himself had said, bumpy road, the twists and turns of love, she had a lot of tears, perhaps because of hazy drunk, may be empathy, That was the first time I saw this girl in tears, I can't say how I felt, I could feel that she had a story.

Those days, there is a hazy feeling growing, is young love, is old love.

I admit that I like her time every morning to say hello to me, and I will also polite reply, as agreed upon, and then she would tell me she done dream last night, she often do a lot of dream, I like to listen to her, she told me that you are so talented, I tell you all my dreams are you sure there will be a lot of writing, I happy smile, good, I'm writing down all your dreams.

Then we had a new conversation topic, which I didn't like very much.

She would send me some screenshots, she said her boyfriend made her angry, I laughed at myself, how can such a lovely girl not have a boyfriend, I didn't ask, she told me.

The screenshot is her boyfriend apologized to her, the content is very sincere, I think I am a girl may forgive it!

She asked me what she should do, how do I know what you should do, although in my heart hope that you quarrel and then break up, but typed the text instead became "since he is so sincere, or you forgive him", God knows how upset I was.

She said that he was very bad to her. Finally, the screenshot she sent me turned into her saying break up, he turned into to stay, and she was determined not to look back. I don't know if I should be happy.

Most of the time, we will have a kind of illusion for love, we think that the ship finally found the shore, but in fact, is the old man pulled the wrong red line.

She broke up, and it seemed like we were moving on.

Later decided to be together, it is funny to say, I like her, the words stop in the mouth, but she first pointed out, she said I know you like me, she said she knew I was a person who is not good at words, better than those who talk sweetly, I have such an obvious performance, she even so understand me.

I remember someone asked me later, which one of you was chasing the other, and I only said four words.

That is the memory of the most profound a holiday, may not have, but no regret, a paragraph of text, enough for me to remember life.

Later, she took the train to Shenzhen, far to the south, she was like a lonely bird all the time.

The night before she took the train, we went to see the lights together, went to the night market to eat barbecue, with two pairs of chopsticks to eat a fried rice noodles, it was the best rice noodles I have ever had, one of the best, and since then have not eaten together.

That night the moon was very round, very bright and very cold. She was tired of walking. I carried her on my back and sent her to the neighborhood.

I know you've been cheated by people with bad intentions, and you're in debt, and you've got to go to pay it off, and there's nothing you can do about it in the South where the work is easy and the pay is good, but you're still a girl.

Separation of the ferry, in the end will become a lifetime waiting for.

That last night, on the way home, the moonlight was especially dazzling. I can still remember the lovely way you mistook the moonlight for the lamp, and the silly way we shared a cotton candy in the moonlight.

I do not know when, can only become a scroll, a stroke is the confusion of time.

At the end of the story, she is still her, I am still me.

She went south, she made new friends, she kept changing jobs, she learned to dance.

We became a different place, a point is a year, the last time to meet, the last time to separate, but it will never.

She made a special good friend, she went to the playground with her friends, went swimming together, went climbing together, went to the movies together, danced together, went to the seaside to play, a lot of, are I and she never had.

She said that she had only one friend there, and that she could count on her friend to help her solve many things. She was very grateful to her friend.

So, we are in all directions, I really stingy much, I keep eating her friend's vinegar, I keep telling myself, magnanimous some good.

Yes, her friend is a boy.

I did my internship, and I took time off from work to go to her place, until the night before I took the train, she said something to me, and I had a fight with her.

Once a girl said I have a weakness, is no temper, I told her, how can I have no temper, as long as don't touch the bottom line, I certainly temper good.

She told me that day, she said I went to find her don't say that her boyfriend, for with her friends all know that knew her, she and her friends together to talk about the object, and she know what I'm going to find her, she told the others, she and her friends split up the so-called object, a month she will tell people I'm her boyfriend, she said that she has her concerns.

I do not know her this is what logic, I understand her meaning, but the more understand also the more uncomfortable, do not understand why, as at the beginning of the night under the moonlight separation, the same uncomfortable.

I still went to her, the South soil is really good, she is more and more beautiful.

Later I also understand, this beauty does not belong to me.

I came back, with decadent and unwilling to go back to school, please leave also came to an end.

When we parted, she said, "He likes her, he is pursuing her, he is good to her, she wants to repay him", I don't understand how she wants to repay, I only said, "I give you freedom, wish you happiness".

Later, there was a holiday, the holiday after the first internship, there was a girl who liked me, and she together, later found that things are not scenery, I still can not forget her.

I broke up, hurt others' hearts, I have freedom.

I deeply understand, may from now on, I only seek flowers and willow, do not talk about what love is, winter to spring to autumn again.

This year, I am 22 years old.

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