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1160words2026-01-26 09:06

I had been deeply entangled with Christopher Johnson for many years, thinking that we could finally get married and have a happy ending.
However, after I returned to the country, his heart was drawn to someone else.
On the day I returned to the country, it was raining heavily.

As soon as I got off the plane and entered the airport hall, I saw at a glance where Christopher was standing.
His tall and upright figure stood there straight, and his facial features were still as profound as ever.
The moment he saw me, he took a few steps forward and said, "Amanda."
Just by calling my name, I could hear the choke in his voice.
I put my arms around his neck and kissed his side ear.
Tears fell drop by drop onto his clothes, leaving a small dark patch.

Christopher held one side of my buttocks with his big palm, tilted his head and found my lips, and then kissed me as if there was no one else around.
After all those years in a foreign country, the moment I saw Christopher, all the grievances and sadness welled up in an instant.
But our two hearts that had been adrift finally settled down at this moment.
Christopher took me back to his villa. The suitcase was left aside and no one paid attention to it.

As soon as we entered the door, our two bodies couldn't wait to entangle with each other.
He pressed me against the dining table.
Our clothes fell to the ground, and it was a long-lost feeling of being fully satisfied.
Everything was familiar and wonderful, as if there hadn't been that year full of constant quarrels between us.
After dinner, Christopher turned down his social engagement.
He hugged me from behind and sighed contentedly, "Amanda, I miss you so much."
I nestled in his arms, looking at my long black hair tangled around his arm. The black and white intertwined, like two strands of souls that had been entangled for many years and could never be separated or let go.
I replied to him, "Christopher, I'm right here by your side and I'll never leave again."
We tossed and turned without getting tired for most of the night.
Finally, we ran out of energy.
After sleeping for half the night, the chill woke me up.
This feeling was really familiar, just like many days I spent lying in a rented room in Toronto.
It was lonely and desolate.
Christopher wasn't by my side.
I got up and put on a piece of clothing. As soon as I went out, I heard a deliberately lowered voice on the phone.
He was standing on the balcony, at the junction of light and darkness. His tall and slender figure stood there straight, but his words faintly showed signs of getting angry.
"Where on earth are you?Can't you stop being so reckless?"
After saying that, he helplessly softened his tone, "Give the phone to the waiter. Stay where you are and wait for me. I'll come and find you."
The patience and doting in his words, I'm afraid he didn't even notice it himself.
After he finished speaking, he didn't even wait for the reply from the other side.
He immediately turned around and walked out of the door in a hurry, so hasty that he didn't even notice me standing at the corner.
Christopher and I had been in love for seven years, four years during our college time and three years of long-distance love while I was abroad.
In the new semester of our freshman year in college, just after the military training ended and I was sunburned as black as charcoal, he started to pursue me.
At that time, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I was so skinny.
When I smiled, apart from a row of neatly big front teeth that were particularly prominent, I really didn't think I was good-looking anywhere.
But he eagerly saved seats for me, brought me breakfast, and in order to declare his sovereignty over me and the fact that he liked me, he made it known to everyone.
To save a seat for me, he once treated the whole class to breakfast.
He recharged the meal cards of the people standing behind me in the dining line, just so that he could stand behind me and play with my hair openly.
He was as clingy as a big dog, and his way of doing things was also very cheeky.
My classmates made fun of him, saying that only Amanda could make him willingly submit.
After courting me high-profilely for two months, he asked all the classmates who knew me to send me a message with the content:
"Amanda, be my Christopher Johnson's girlfriend. It's a profitable investment, and you won't lose but surely gain."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry and raised my arm to hit him. He held my hand and suddenly became serious, "Amanda, I like you so much, so much that you are in my dreams every night, and I like you so much that I want to be good to you forever."
The surrounding classmates almost burst into laughter, and they booed and teased, "Mr. Johnson, elaborate a bit more. What kind of dreams are they that we can't hear?"
My cheeks turned red, and a little fish seemed to be leaping in and out of the sea in my heart.
It turned out that the love that is mutual is more beautiful than all the good things in the world.
Looking into those eyes as bright as the stars and the sea, I covered my hot face, squinted my eyes and nodded with a smile, "Christopher Johnson, I like you too, and I agree to be your girlfriend."
Christopher was so excited that he lowered his head and kissed me. At that moment, everything in the world came to life, and all the sounds in my ears suddenly disappeared.
He gave me the greatest sense of security, gave me absolute say in our love, and doted on me so much that I became the most beautiful and happiest girl on campus.
At that time, we were young and full of vitality.
We were in love high-profilely, wishing that everyone would know we were together.
When we were in love, it was passionate, and we wished we could show our hearts to each other.
When we quarreled, I cried my heart out, and Christopher punched the wall, making his knuckles bloody.
We stood there facing each other like two young beasts, neither of us wanting to give in. But with just one look, in the moment of a loving gaze, we suddenly clung to each other madly again, not wanting to be separated even if it meant death.
At that time, our love was sincere. Even if it really meant death, we might have been willing at that moment.