The word “leaving”, carrying its sharp sword, little by little cuts my heart into pieces. Wind blows up the leaves, suddenly drugs them into the dusk. Oh, the twilight, why it comes this early; it should blossom a lot later, or it would rob my dear Romeo away from me immediately.
It was the last evening for Romeo and me to enjoy the brilliant start shine, which I eagerly long for and wholeheartedly afraid of. I hope that he could remember me forever, remember how we met each other, how we fall into the river of love and how we spend our best youth under the witness of those perpetual stars. In the future, whenever he raises his head and looks up at the sky, he could reminiscent about this turf, reminiscent about me, who has devoted everything to loving him. I hope for the shiniest stars tonight so that we could keep our last memory splendid like firework, but I also hope for the eternal daylight so that the clock would never reach the second of his leaving.
Look at him; look at the perfect man: his lips are gently moving, exhaling a scent of green tea bubble tea in Cheshire Coffee, where we straightforwardly expressed our love for the first time; his eyelashes are flickering like the wings of a butterfly, while tears, dew of the morning, are sparking at the corners of his eyes. He puts his coat on my shoulder, scolding me that I never know how to take care of myself. I listen carefully for the first time, not being a naughty princess who always like to make fun of him. He says a lot about how to look after myself, how to achieve my dream and how to control my emotion rather than be a dogmatic “princess”. I cannot help crying. For three years, I have already got used to his warmth, his caress, his circumspection and his accompany. But after today, everything will disappear.
“Could you go to any college in the United States rather than Oxford in the United Kingdom?”I want to ask him this question for a thousand times, but I restrain myself for a thousand times. I might be his dream for three years, but Oxford is the dream for his entire life. I should become a supporter rather than a barrier, no matter what will happen in the future.
“It’s time for checking in, and I shall leave. Take care of yourself and see you soon in some days.” He speaks softly like the first time we met.His hands are as warm as my quilts, and his smile is as bright as the sun.
“Take care of yourself.” I speaks slowly like the first time we met.
The earth is round, and those who we are eagerly missing for, would finally meet us again, just like the first time we met.
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