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MidReal Story
The Lost Art Of Loving You
Scenario:我曾经有一个很喜欢的姑娘，但在她喜欢我的时候没有好好把握，我想重新能够把握住这个机会
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Ethan
He is a reflective and determined individual. He is introspective, emotional, and nostalgic. Ethan cherishes the memories of his past relationship with Sophia and regrets missing the opportunity to express his feelings fully. He longs to recreate the intimacy and love they once had. With renewed resolve, he seeks another chance with Sophia, embracing the chance to deepen their bond and overcome the mistakes of the past.
Jared
He is Ethan's childhood friend known for his carefree and humorous nature. He is lighthearted, straightforward, and supportive. Jared maintains his playful demeanor while offering advice and encouragement to Ethan as he navigates his complex feelings for Sophia again. Despite his carefree exterior, Jared shows an underlying concern for his friends' wellbeing, especially when they face personal challenges, highlighting his loyalty and depth.
Ryland
He is Ethan's brother who shares a similar sense of humor and laidback attitude. He is carefree, sarcastic, and easygoing. Ryland engages in playful banter with Ethan, offering a relaxed atmosphere amidst serious discussions about love and relationships. His presence brings a lighthearted tone to their friendships, emphasizing the camaraderie among Ethan and his friends as they support each other through life's ups and downs.
Once I had a girl I cherished dearly, but I didn’t treasure every moment with her as much as I should have.
When she sent love signals my way, I didn’t seize the opportunity to be with her fully.
I was too stupid to even realize she was trying to confess to me.
I only got to be with her for a short while, and then she left.
The only thing I could do was hold on to the memories of her and wish I could relive them.
I was lucky enough to have that chance, but I was too afraid and unsure of myself.
I didn’t know how to be the man she deserved, so I let her slip away again.
Now all I could do was hold on to the hope that someday, somehow, I would get another chance with her.
Maybe then I could show her how much I cared for her, and prove myself worthy of her love.
Maybe then I could relive our past, and make new memories with her.
Maybe then, I could be the man she deserved, and be hers, truly hers.
"Bro, what’s going on? You seem so down lately. Is everything okay?"
Jared asked me.
"Yeah, everything’s fine."
I replied.
It wasn’t a lie; everything was fine now.
But it wasn’t because nothing was wrong.
It was because I had already accepted the reality of my situation.
I leaned against the cold window of Jared’s car, watching streetlights blur past like diamonds scattered in the night.
The engine hummed softly, a steady heartbeat that filled the silence between us.
I tried to find the right words, but they seemed to slip away like sand between my fingers.
Finally, I turned to face him, my hands fidgeting with the loose thread on my jacket sleeve.
"Remember Sophia?"
I asked, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.
Jared nodded, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
I closed my eyes and let memories wash over me.
Sophia’s laughter echoed in my mind - the way it sounded during our late-night study sessions, when we would share silly jokes and stories.
I remembered how she’d unconsciously tuck her hair behind her ear whenever she was nervous or deep in thought.
And those glances she gave me - soft and meaningful, yet I was too blind to understand their significance at the time.
After my confession, Jared fell silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
Then, without warning, he abruptly pulled into a gas station.
As he filled up the tank, he scrolled through his phone and handed it to me.
"Sophia’s been active on social media lately," he said casually.
I took the phone and saw Sophia’s profile.
She had posted several updates in the past week, each one a glimpse into her life back in our hometown.
There was a photo of her sitting at the local café where we used to study together, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her.
Another post showed her walking along Main Street, surrounded by blooming cherry blossom trees.
I recognized the spot instantly - it was where we had shared countless laughter-filled moments.
I scrolled through more posts, each one revealing a piece of Sophia’s life that I had missed out on.
It felt like a bittersweet reunion, seeing her through the lens of social media after all these years. "She’s been posting a lot lately," Jared said, taking his phone back and putting it away.
"I guess she’s just enjoying being back home."
"Yeah," I replied softly, my eyes drifting out the window as we continued driving.
The city lights blurred together like stars in the night sky.
Jared broke the silence again.
"You know, I’ve got the week off work. We could drive down there tomorrow if you want."
My heart skipped a beat at his suggestion.
The thought of seeing Sophia again, of reliving those memories, was both exhilarating and terrifying.
But before I could respond, Jared’s phone buzzed with an incoming text message.
He glanced at it briefly and then typed out a quick response before putting his phone away again.
I stared at his phone, still trying to process the photos I had just seen.
Jared handed it to me again.
"It’s from Sophia," he said, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
I took the phone, my heart racing as I read the message.
"Hey, haven’t talked in a while. You still hang out with Ethan?"
My chest tightened as I read the words.
It was like she had sensed that I was thinking about her too.
I looked up at Jared, who was watching me expectantly.
He knew that Sophia and I had exchanged occasional messages over the years.
Nothing deep, just birthday wishes and holiday greetings.
Neither of us had been brave enough to breach the wall of formality that had built up between us.
But now, here she was, reaching out through Jared.
It felt like both an opportunity and an accusation all at once. "What should I say?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
I hesitated for a moment before handing his phone back to him without saying a word.
But before I could even process what was happening, Jared had already started typing out a response.
"What are you doing?"
I asked, my voice tinged with confusion and a hint of panic.
"Just responding," he replied nonchalantly, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"But what are you saying?"
I pressed, feeling a sense of unease wash over me.
Jared glanced at me briefly before focusing back on his phone.
"Trust me," he said, hitting send with a certainty I wished I had.