Someone had once asked me, "How does it feel like to fall in love?"
I had been silent as my mind drew a blank. I had tried to think of a word closer to love and the only thing that had come into my mind was a series of characters that made up the name Lian Hua. From his initial to the end of the letter.
I had thought that was love then. At every turn, it had always been him. After last night, I guessed it was confirmed, that was how love was.
In the 19th century, we began naming hurricanes so we could remember them beyond the ruins and just like hurricanes, there were many kinds of love. Each with its own name. Sometimes it was endearing and sometimes it was as simple as a last name.
And I think I knew what yours was...
"Good morning, Xiao Fei."
That was what I heard the moment I opened my eyes to greet the day.
Xiao Fei.
