How did I discover that Winter Snow was actually my fiancée, Olivia Blake?It wasn’t her IP address.It was the details in her post.She mentioned that they got into the same university and that she played Butterfly Lovers on the piano for him at the freshman welcome event.Coincidentally, that’s where I met Olivia—she played Butterfly Lovers at our own freshman event too. At the end of the song, she was crying her eyes out.
I thought she was moved by the music. I was intrigued by her, not knowing she was playing it for someone else—her first love.She also wrote about how she bought his favorite breakfast early one winter morning and waited outside his dorm for half an hour, only to have him refuse to meet her because of his parents’ disapproval.
She gave the breakfast to a random good-looking guy who happened to be coming down the stairs.That guy was me. I remember the breakfast—it had already lost its warmth, tucked inside her coat.She wrote that when she found out he was leaving the country, she skipped class and rushed to the airport to see him one last time, but he had already left.
She cried uncontrollably at the airport, and someone gave her a hug.Unluckily for me, I was that “someone.” Fresh from a vacation, I had stumbled across her tears at the airport.I already knew about her family situation and had hesitated about pursuing her.
I was just from a middle-class background, while she came from a once-wealthy family that had fallen on hard times. I wondered if I could handle her past, her expectations, or the life she wanted.But after getting to know her, I realized I was wrong.Olivia seemed like a bright, optimistic girl. She never gave up despite her family’s downfall. She was smart, confident, and even though she occasionally skipped class, her grades were stellar.
