Chapter 516 Sharing with You
But as for me, even though I knew everything my brother said was true, I didn't listen to him.
Because I wanted to try and see if Ryan would fall for me.
Even though I knew how deeply Ryan loved Grace, and understood that he wasn't with me because he liked me. But I liked him so much, and I so desperately wanted to be with him.
When my brother advised me, I knew he was right, but I stubbornly wanted to take a gamble.
The first three years with Ryan were okay. Although he wasn't particularly good to me, at least he answered my questions, chatted with me when he had time, took me shopping occasionally, and gave me small gifts. They were things that girls like, not expensive but thoughtful, and I liked them a lot.
I didn't experience the passionate love that others did, but living a simple life every day was also good. As long as he was by my side, I had no other desires.
However, in the fourth year, Ryan started to change.
He became more withdrawn.
Gradually, he stopped coming home often. Many times, I would prepare a table full of dishes and wait until midnight, but he wouldn't even call me back.
When I asked him or confronted him, he would first irritably say that I didn't understand him and didn't know how hard he worked. If I pressed further, he would become sullen and silent.
When I pushed him too far, he would lock himself on the balcony and smoke for an hour. Sometimes, he would slam the door and leave, disappearing for one or two months without a word.
During that time, I lived in constant pain, wanting to leave several times but unable to let go.
I didn't understand why I liked Ryan so much, to the point where I was willing to be ignored by him. But love is love, without any reason.
I unwillingly went to his company and saw him holding a photo frame of Grace, lost in thought.
I broke down and asked him why, why after all these years with him, he still looked at Grace.
He looked up at me, his expression indifferent, and said, "Amelia, I told you from the beginning, I have someone I love in my heart, and I may never be able to forget her. You insisted on being with me, I didn't wrong you. If you want an answer, I'll tell you, I can never forget her in this lifetime. If you mind, you can choose to break up."
That day in Sunhaven, it poured rain. I walked alone in the rain for over an hour, soaking my clothes and my heart.
From that day on, he never returned to our home. On his social media, he started posting nostalgic photos and words, all filled with regret and longing for a past relationship.
I think that the heavy rain that day was the witness to our breakup.
I began to immerse myself in pain every day, thinking every noise was him coming back.
As time went on, my disappointment grew, and I gradually lost hope.
One night, Ryan's colleague called me, asking me to pick up Ryan, saying he was drunk at a bar and kept calling my name.
My heart ached as soon as I heard it. I forgot how long it had been since we last met, and I forgot the hurt his cold violence caused me. I pathetically drove through the rain to pick up Ryan.
When I arrived, everyone in the private room had left, and only Ryan was lying on the sofa, seemingly asleep.
"Grace, why did you leave me, why?"
Just as I was about to help Ryan up, he muttered in his sleep, and those words, filled with pain, made me feel anxious, and every cell in my body ache.
Almost five years, I gave him everything, but he still thought of his Grace.
My five years of love meant nothing to him.
What kind of love makes someone so unforgettable? It's just unrequited love.
No wonder he never smiled at me; he never opened his heart to me.
He didn't love me, never did.
My love was just a joke without an audience.
That night, he slept on the bar's sofa, and I ordered a lot of drinks and eventually drank until I fell asleep too.
When I woke up, I groaned with a throbbing headache, and a cool hand reached over to massage my temples.
If this had happened before, I would have been very touched, but at that moment, I felt nothing.
His heartfelt call after almost five years completely shattered my dream of love.
Loving someone who doesn't love you is too painful. I didn't want to love anymore; I wanted to break up.
That day, I pushed his hand away and, like that rainy day, left him alone under his confused gaze.
I went home, packed my things, and moved to the guest bedroom.
He started coming home every day, but I still watched him leave late at night for a phone call, waiting day by day as he drifted further away.
My heart ached more with each passing day of hopeless waiting.
Every day, I pressed my hand to my chest and told myself, Amelia, it's nothing. When the pain can't get any worse, it will all be over.
I was waiting for a chance to say break up.
Unexpectedly, after two months of not speaking to each other, he suddenly made a move.
I was eating freshly cooked spaghetti when I saw Ryan standing at the door with flowers. I was stunned, a strand of spaghetti still in my mouth.
"I haven't eaten yet." He placed the flowers in my favorite vase in the living room and sat across from me, with a hint of a playful tone.
I was dazed for a moment before I remembered to ask him, "Spaghetti, is that okay?"
He nodded.
I hurried into the kitchen, cooking spaghetti while wondering why he had come back.
During this time, I had gotten used to doing everything alone. His sudden return made me feel particularly uncomfortable, as if a strange atmosphere was spreading.
When I brought out the freshly cooked spaghetti, he was just finishing the last strand of spaghetti from my plate.
I was stunned again.
"That was my spaghetti." In five years, we had never even kissed because he said he didn't like saliva exchange; it made him very uncomfortable.
But five years later, just when I was about to give up, he ate the remaining half of my spaghetti.
"Tastes good. Amelia, hurry up and eat, I have good news to share with you."
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