Su Qing Yuan's first email to Jing XingXing as @Arrowhead:
"Good day, @THISBEingsaid. I read your blog about Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. You said that Romeo's shallow affections for Rosaline were because he romanticized her. After all, she was unattainable to him. I digress. In my opinion, Romeo perceives Rosaline as an impossible goal--her beauty surpasses her character. She was bound to her vow to chastity, which made him idealize her more. His friends resented her; without knowing about her opinions on his uncalled-for affections. She was a challenge to him.
Juliet was more realistic to him; he saw her as someone he could attain, though the family conflict is still there. Juliet responds to him, whereas Rosaline was immune to his advances.
P. S. I think Romeo and Juliet could have handled the situation better."
Lu Jing: ...
Su Qing Yuan: This is the 47th draft. Should I send it?
Lu Jing: It took you 47 times and still came up with this crap? What happened to that genius brain of yours?
Su Qing Yuan: What do you mean? Was I too forward with my opinions?
Lu Jing: (Staring at his cousin with a tired look on his eyes) If you were forward, you could have flirted with her and asked for her number.
Su Qing Yuan: (Getting annoyed) I think it's sketchy to ask for her number on the internet.
Lu Jing: (eyes twitches) You think it's not sketchy emailing her in this day and age, about a blog she did like three years ago?
For fourteen years, he has loved the same girl unwaveringly, patiently. His steadfast devotion was his constant companion in the years of separation. Obstinately holding onto the sliver of memories they shared that one summer.
For fourteen years, she held onto the belief that relationships are shallow bets at fate. Human relations are petty, limited, and easily dismissible. The only relationship she could not cast aside was the family that shackled her into this belief.
Their brief meeting left lingering feelings they could not give up.
To him, meeting her was his salvation: a chance encounter he was praying for unawares. Their memories were a fragment of the star that shone on his darkest days, the silver lining of his lonely life. He fell in love with her, even if she never saw his face.
To her, meeting him was her downfall: a predetermined fate she was unprepared to face. Their conversations were her treasured memories: the carefree days of youth. She was in love with him, and that was the catalyst of her demise.
Fourteen years separated them; a single summer of countless conversations was their connection.
For fourteen years, he has loved the same girl unwaveringly, patiently. His steadfast devotion was his constant companion in the years of separation. Obstinately holding onto the sliver of memories they shared that one summer.
For fourteen years, she held onto the belief that relationships are shallow bets at fate. Human relations are petty, limited, and easily dismissible. The only relationship she could not cast aside was the family that shackled her into this belief.
Their brief meeting left lingering feelings they could not give up.
To him, meeting her was his salvation: a chance encounter he was praying for unawares. Their memories were a fragment of the star that shone on his darkest days, the silver lining of his lonely life. He fell in love with her, even if she never saw his face.
To her, meeting him was her downfall: a predetermined fate she was unprepared to face. Their conversations were her treasured memories: the carefree days of youth. She was in love with him, and that was the catalyst of her demise.
Fourteen years separated them; a single summer of countless conversations was their connection.
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