What is meant to be will eventually be.

//Hello, I am Yaji. Whether you know me or not, I want to write a little story for you to read. Of course, it's just a story, so don't take it seriously! (Damn, I forgot how to turn the page. If you know, please tell me when you reply, thank you) //.//I met that child, who is a year younger than me, last year, which was when I was still constantly looking for mobile games to play. I didn't have an iPhone or a Galaxy, just a small Oppo, but I was very happy. //At that time, the child and I were really unfamiliar with each other, only knowing that we were relatives. //The child was very bold. During the Spring Festival family gathering, when she saw me for the first time, she stuck by me the whole day, wanting me to go to Happy Valley with her, and I couldn't get her to leave. //Then, I remember visiting her home, which was the second time we met. I went to see her sick father. According to the family hierarchy, I should be the child's aunt; her father is my older brother, but she never called me that, probably because we were about the same age. ////Actually, since the last time we parted, I didn't even remember her name. My impression of her was that she was very lively, never sitting quietly for a moment. Being young, her slightly chubby round face looked cute, and when she smiled, her curved eyebrows and squinting eyes were very endearing. The third time I met her was at my rented little place. She was standing outside my door with an oversized SpongeBob suitcase, smiling at me, saying, “Auntie, I don't have a place to live,” and I accepted her without even asking why. //.//Now, it's November, I think. This September, she said she wanted to move out. I didn't understand why she would leave when everything was fine. But I didn't stop her, maybe the little girl's spring has arrived, and she no longer needs my warmth. //.//I don't understand why I feel so upset. I always thought I could take things lightly, but when that little girl left, I suddenly felt like crying. I clearly know that this feeling isn't what someone older should feel toward someone younger, or rather, I shouldn't have such feelings for a little girl.I have been in love before, and I know that my current mood is like being heartbroken. This kind of feeling can be shared with anyone, but that damn kid must not know. That kid who held my sleeve and went to Happy Valley with me has been gone for several months. Friends online all think I have disappeared. Ha, I have to tell those fools, spring only lasts for two months, and if you don't take care of yourself, you'll catch a cold.)