There was a couple: the girl was beautiful and very understanding, though she occasionally played little tricks on the boy for fun. The boy was smart, thoughtful, and, most importantly, had a strong sense of humor. He always found ways to make the girl laugh during their time together. The girl adored the boy’s cheerful and optimistic personality.
They got along well for a long time. The girl felt a faint fondness for the boy, describing him as a family-like presence. However, the boy deeply loved the girl and cared for her immensely. Whenever they argued, he would take the blame, saying it was his fault, even if it wasn’t, because he didn’t want the girl to stay angry.
This went on for five years, with the boy loving the girl just as much as at the beginning. One weekend, the girl had some errands to run. The boy originally planned to visit her, but upon hearing she was busy, decided not to disturb her. He stayed home all day without contacting her, thinking she’d appreciate the space to focus.
However, while the girl was busy, she thought of the boy. When she didn’t hear from him all day, she became upset. That night, she sent him a harsh message, even mentioning breaking up. It was midnight.
The boy, in a panic, called her three times, but she rejected each call. He tried her home phone, but no one answered—he assumed she had unplugged it. Grabbing his coat, he rushed out the door, determined to go to her house. It was 12:25 AM.
At 12:40 AM, the girl received another call from him but rejected it again. She spent the night in silence, and the boy didn’t call again.
The next day, the girl received a call from the boy’s mother, sobbing uncontrollably. The boy had been in a car accident the previous night. The police said he had been speeding and couldn’t brake in time, crashing into a broken-down truck on the roadside. By the time the ambulance arrived, he was gone.
The girl was devastated, unable to even cry. But no amount of regret could bring him back. She could only remember the joy and happiness he had brought her.
Pushing through her grief, the girl went to the scrapyard to see the car from the accident—the last place he had been. The car was utterly wrecked, with blood still visible on the steering wheel and dashboard. The boy’s mother gave her his belongings: a wallet, a watch, and his blood-stained phone.
When the girl opened the wallet, she found her photo inside, soaked with blood. As she picked up the boy’s watch, she noticed the hands had stopped at around 12:35 AM. She instantly realized that after the crash, the boy had used his last strength to call her. She hadn’t answered because she was still upset. The boy never had the strength to make another call. He had passed away with deep love and guilt for her.
The girl would never know what the boy wanted to say to her in his final moments. But she understood one thing: no one would ever love her as much as he did.
This story reminds us once again: cherish every moment with the ones you love. Some things, once lost, can never be regained.
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For those in long-distance relationships, remember: true love transcends time and distance. Treasure the love you share now, for today’s separation may lead to a reunion tomorrow.
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