How should we describe our relationship? It is not an exaggeration to use childhood friends, but it is also inappropriate. Because she is my family and my sister-in-law.
Our two families are neighbors, so we often played together when we were young. Slowly, our relationship became extremely close, and even gradually imitated the behavior of adults. Because I was too young, I didn't make any mistakes. For a moment, we seemed to be inseparable. When playing, eating and even sleeping together, she will wait until I fall asleep before going home.
As I grew older, I began to have other boyfriends, but she still chased me every day. My other boyfriends sometimes make fun of me for it. Once, I was told that I was in a hurry, so I went to kick her out. But she followed. I didn't know what I was thinking, so I hit her. She began to cry, but she followed her while crying. I watched her cry at that time. Although I was sad, I pretended to be happy and played with other boys. When I went back that day, she kept crying. I dried her tears, and her eyes were dyed red with tears. She sobbed and asked me if I would play with her again, and I said yes.
After that, I alienated some other friends and stayed with her all day. My other friends sometimes laugh at me, but I don't care. Our relationship became more intimate and began to have some intimate actions. We will also learn to hug and kiss like adults and play house games seriously every day.
Unconsciously, we really became inseparable. But it was at this moment that fate separated us.
It should be 1990. I was in the second grade. When I came home from school one afternoon, I found her door locked. I asked what happened and told me that her father died of illness, her mother remarried and she had been taken away by her mother. I don't remember when her father died. I only remember standing in front of her house for a long time. Someone told me that when her mother took her away, she cried and didn't want to leave. She was dragged away by her mother. I forget whether I cried at that time, but the impression of that day is always imprinted in my mind, and now it seems like yesterday.
I didn't see her again until the winter of 1996. That time was also the last time I saw her in my life.
When I met her that time, she had grown into a big girl. Although she is two years younger than me, she can't talk or behave like me.
I don't know what she was thinking when she saw me, but she deliberately said over and over again that she was my elder. Her attitude can only make me stay away from it. Although she also went home to play with me, we just talked about some unimportant things.
If I had known that this was the last time I saw her in my life, and if God could give me another chance, I would have told her how much I missed her during her absence, and I would have asked her if she had thought about me for so many years.
But everything will never start again, which makes it a regret in my life.
A year later, I got the news of her death. I don't want to believe it, but she was stabbed to death in a hotel, and the motive for killing is unknown.
A bud dies like this, a soul dissipates like this, and she doesn't even know the meaning of her existence in this life. She just left, quietly, quietly, as if it had no influence on the whole world.
But she took my mind away.
Soon after, I met her again in my dream. I know she is dead, but I just miss her. Her face is fresh, vaguely like a child.
Hi! After all these years, are you okay? I said.
She smiled, as always. You, don't worry, have a good life!
I was in tears.
I'm not a child anymore. How can I cry like this? Come on, I'm ready to eat. Come and eat.
I haven't dreamed about her since then. She made a special trip to say goodbye to me and let me have a good life in the future. It seems that she has been thinking about me!
In the next ten years, I slowly put her in my heart and let her move into the forest in my heart. There, the lake is always clear, the air is full of tranquility, and the snow-white moon shines on the earth, hiding the most ignorant sweetness of my childhood.
In 2006, I had a headache and often wished I was dead. When you are dizzy, you will always feel the intoxicating peace, which is a kind of peace without everything. The whole world seems to be just myself and that forest.
At the beginning of 2007, in order to invite a witch, my parents said they would exorcise evil spirits for me.
I wouldn't believe that kind of nonsense, but the witch's words made my heart pull up.
She said I had a headache because someone was following me. She and I were locked together by a fairy in our last life, so although there is a gap between Yin and Yang now, the relationship between them has not been cut off, so she has been following me. And she pointed out the direction that hindered me, but it was her hometown.
Hearing this, my heart vibrated. It turns out that she has always been by my side and has never gone far. It turned out that she was just angry with me for forgetting her, which gave me a headache and reminded me of the forest in my heart.
I almost burst into tears. Why are you so stupid? How could I forget you? How could I forget you? Since you follow me, follow me. Can you stay with me forever? Why didn't you give me another dream in the past ten years? I thought you were gone, so you were always by my side, so what am I afraid of? Since you want to pester me, you can pester me as long as you are happy.
Although I don't believe in psychic powers, my head hasn't hurt since that ceremony.
Since then, her image in my heart has gradually blurred and faded until it is difficult to distinguish.
It seems that she really left this time.
Thank you! Gave me such a sweet and unforgettable memory!
Thank you for staying in my memory.
I know, you must be an angel! In fact, I should have known when I was young.
Now, you are back in your country. Are you okay?