Those couples deeply in love, the affectionate couples, the newlyweds - this seems like a common sight on the street, yet for her, the distance between them and herself is so vast.
Retracting her bittersweet gaze, her focus settled on the ring at her fingertips, gently caressing it, as scenes of that **** proposing to herself still appeared in front of her eyes, involuntarily curling a faint smile at her mouth corner.
Perhaps, maybe she could tell him everything.
Maybe he wouldn't mind, maybe he'd be willing to guard her for a lifetime.
But, is this truly fair to him?
He's just in his thirties, a man's best time for a lifetime; even if he can endure loneliness for a moment, can he stay with her year after year, two years, ten years, twenty years...?
Must he truly live past his day with an untouchable woman?
On the bus, she sat for a long time, only regaining her senses upon hearing a familiar stop point, rushing to get off the bus.
