That hot July, we fell in love. In such a season, I don’t know whether the heat of love exceeds the heat of the weather, or the heat of the weather is fueling the heat of love. We were like two unwanted children, leaning on the seat by the window of "McKenzie", enjoying the time of love with two glasses of Coke. I like the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, which are transparent and clean and offer a panoramic view of all the scenery. Suddenly I remembered that our hearts are just as transparent, clear and innocent. At that time, besides love, there was still love, and the hot air carried the signal of love.
On that hot July day, we often went to the "Milan" supermarket. The supermarket is small and has a full range of drinks. We rotated drinks of different brands every day, and after we finished drinking those bottles, I placed them in pairs in the corners of your room. You asked: "Why keep it?" I said: "To commemorate." I like those bottles, their shapes and their colors, and more importantly, they are together, and we are together, not alone, those bottles are our love testimony.
That hot July, we planned our future together: going back to a small town to open a small shop. "With our creativity, it will definitely be popular!" Listening to your heroic words, I can only be silent, because silence is the voice of resonance.
However, when the accident happened, I was not prepared at all.
What is an accident? The accident is that the passionate love is beaten to pieces by the helplessness of reality. The accident is that the two people who love each other will eventually go against each other. The accident is that the vows that were made are silent and the oaths are gone... It turns out that love can be the most holy, and it can also be... The palest.
Later, I returned to the small town and said goodbye with regret and helplessness; but you still stayed in this city, and there seemed to be a calmness in your eyes that I couldn't understand.
Before leaving, my only request was to take those drink bottles with me. You said: "Keep it, I will take good care of it." I said: "Let me take it away, I don't trust you anymore."
On the train, my bag was bulging and no one knew it was full of empty bottles.
Back in the small town, I opened a small shop by myself in a very inconspicuous place, the shop you were once so proud of. The corner of the shop room is filled with bottles I brought back. Those bottles are witnesses of our love, they remind me of the love I experienced with you. I thought those bottles and this little shop would stay with me for the rest of my life. However, two years later, a man broke into my shop and then into my heart. From that day on, I put away those bottles and started a new life of my own.
It rained surprisingly a lot this summer, so he took me to the city. As soon as we left the station, the rain came. He and I hid under the sign of the post office. I knew that it was very close to your house. After walking over the overpass, you were in the room I was familiar with. I don’t know why, but my eyes instantly became wet, and tears flowed down with the rain, making me sad.
So, at that moment, I understood that some things and some people will always be stored at the bottom of memory, and it is not easy to forget them. Such as you, such as the first love you brought to me. However, if my first love could come back, would I still accept your love? I kept asking myself in my mind.
No, absolutely not. Because I have his tight arms in my arms, from now on, regret will no longer be a regret, but a souvenir of youth.