My heart was lost, lost at the moment I met him. If he tried to stop me leaving for an unknown land, I would not have left. He did not.
We were too passionate. After many years I finally understand that passion would not support a mature decision. It would burn everything to the ashes.
We loved each other from the bottom of heart yet we could not hold each other long enough. I did not believe we had missed each other until I received the invitation on which my name and his name were written, on wrong places, along with another girl’s name. I was smiling, blessed him and her on that beautiful wedding.
Never would we think that we might have made the biggest mistake in our life, simply because we were too young, until we met again after years being apart. He was successful yet unhappy. “If I knew then my home would be like this today I would have tried my best to stop you going away from me.” Too late, the destiny has been written and nobody could change it without cost. I am not able to afford losing what I have now.
Through the years, I have slowly understood a kind of philosophy, live the current, look forward to the future, and looking back too frequently would only be harmful. If I lost my heart in a moment and it took me years to pick it up, I am too weak to afford losing it once more.
I still smiled to him, holding a glass of red wine: “For you and your family, cheers.”