[Emotions] He is for her

This is probably a very old and very ordinary story.
He was 17 and she was 18 when he met her.
The summer sun was very strong; her long hair covered her delicate face, but beneath the jet-black waterfall of hair, a pair of clear eyes shone.
Her fragile body was thus revealed to him for the first time.
There must be love at first sight in the world, like this time.
He was ordinary in appearance, ordinary in studies, ordinary in family, while she was not only beautiful but also had a family that others envied. Even with average academic performance, entering a good university was easy for her.
By some twist of fate, the two got to know each other. He skipped classes with her, went to bars with her, and did all sorts of things with her. His grades got worse and worse; the homeroom teacher approached him countless times, and he just smiled foolishly and said, ‘Teacher, I'm not the studying type. I plan to follow my dad into small business right after high school.'
He was always her shadow, completing one mission after another assigned by her. At that time, he didn't understand that this was called love.
The three years of high school passed swiftly. She, arranged by her father, entered a top university, while he went to a vocational college and did not start a business.
Although they were in the same city, they were at opposite ends. She gradually stopped contacting him, and he didn't reach out to her, even though he wanted to. Later he found out that she was in a relationship with a handsome boy, just that he did not go to school.
That day, he dragged his rowdy friends to a barbecue stand and drank three cases of beer. Sadly, he didn't even get drunk, though he truly wished he could get so drunk that he could tell someone he loved her, more than anyone.
If time could really heal everything, then why couldn't it even reduce a bit of his pain?
One boring day online, he came across an article about Plato, and realized he could love her secretly without letting her know.
So whenever she came to him after a fight with her boyfriend, he would take a two-hour bus ride to her school to listen to her crying, comfort her back to her dorm, then take another two-hour ride back to his own school, or spend the night at an internet café.
Finally, one day, she completely broke up with her boyfriend. She no longer cried, but coldly said, ‘Men, none of them are good.' He didn't argue, only silently stayed by her side.That night, she got drunk, and he carried her into a hotel room, quietly watching her all night.

The next day, she said, 'Let's date.'

He said, 'Okay.'

So, he rented a small apartment near her school and stayed by her side every day.

Every night, he would take her back to her dorm, then return to his rental and call her to coax her to sleep, asking what she wanted for breakfast the next morning. Every morning, he would get up early, run to various breakfast vendors, buy what she wanted to eat, and bring it to the front of her dorm. Her roommates would tease him, 'The model husband is here again?' She would just smile and hold his hand as they rode his bike to class.

Some people, if they are not meant for you, will eventually leave.

When he noticed she was becoming indifferent towards him, he knew he might be losing her. Until that day, he saw her kissing another man at the entrance of the teaching building and turned away.

He said, 'Let's break up. I'm tired.'

She said, 'Alright.'

He moved back to his own school.

Unlike other couples who cannot remain friends after breaking up, he and she still shared everything; maybe they had never truly been lovers, not even kissed. So he became her close friend again, sharing her stories about him.

One day, she calmly told him, 'I'm pregnant. He doesn't want me. I can't ask my dad for money.'

He withdrew 2,000 yuan from his card and said, 'I'll go with you to get it terminated.'

Coming out of the hospital, her face was pale, leaning against his back, the winter wind cut like a knife across her face. He still remembered the doctor's scornful look and the nurses' whispered gossip in the hospital: 'What kind of man is this? He only thinks about his own pleasure, doesn't care about his girlfriend's feelings. Over a few dozen yuan, really? Hope he gets hit by a car!'

The wind blew stronger, and she held him tighter.

He rented another room.

He bought her chicken soup every day, insistently letting her stay in his rental so he could take care of her daily. After a week, her complexion was healthy again, and they went drinking together, getting plastered. He finally got drunk, smiling and kissing her forehead, saying, 'I love you, for five years.'

That night, they made love passionately. The next morning, when he woke up, he found her sitting at the edge of the bed, smoking.He anxiously went to buy birth control pills, but she said, "It's okay, I'm in my safe period." They fell in love again. He took care of everything for her as he always did, while she moved into his rented apartment. Junior year was about to end, she had another year, and he had already graduated. They looked forward to the future, and everything was so beautiful. He said, "I want to work hard and earn a lot of money to support you." She said, as long as you are by my side, that's enough. He returned to the city center and started as a low-level employee at a private company. She continued studying, and every day the two of them only talked on the phone at night, calling for two hours at a time. No matter how tired she was, he insisted on coaxing her to sleep. But their chances to meet became fewer and fewer—once a week at first, then once every six months. Everything would be fine; he was deeply loved by his supervisor, and his salary was rising steadily. He thought, after she graduated, they could be together forever, and he could afford to support her. Perhaps distance had faded their feelings; he seemed to see the same situation as before. She was gradually growing colder, and he felt she was becoming more and more unfamiliar. On her birthday night, he came to her dorm downstairs holding a bouquet of roses, and her roommate whispered to tell him she hadn't come back yet. After repeated questioning, he learned she had a boyfriend from another school, and that night they had gone to a hotel room. The next day, he said, let's break up. She said no, I love you. He left. She didn't cry. A few months later, he was promoted to assistant supervisor, and with some money from his parents and a bit of his own savings, he bought a house in the city. She graduated from college and broke up with her boyfriend again. She came to him, crying, saying, "He treats me well, but I love you. I know I was wrong, but you can't leave me." He showed no expression. The two drank together at a bar for a long time, but neither got drunk. He didn't take her home, just booked a room outside. She took off her clothes and said, "I was wrong. Let's start over, okay? Didn't you say you'd love me for life?" He took off his suit and draped it over her, smiling faintly as he said, "I love you. I do whatever I want. Even if others see me as lowly as a dog, I don't think so. I think it's worth it, because I love you."You've left so many times. This part of me (pointing to my heart) has been hollowed out and crushed by you. I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore, and I won't again." With that, he turned and left, never looking back.