Who didn't come from a beautiful love, when you were young and conceited, I was cute and simple, we were attracted to each other, and we were too embarrassed to speak first, hiding under the quilt in the middle of the night and texting each other, as if there were endless things to say , seeing you from a distance in the crowd will make your heart beat violently, quietly flip through your every move on the Internet, I will also buy and read the books you have read, and I feel that the places you have been have special meaning to me. We were together, we quarreled, we broke up in a fit of anger, we cried and hugged and reconciled, and finally we were willing to go into marriage.
You know everything I like, and I don't need you to say anything to guess what you're going to say. We walk and travel together, eat and sleep, buy a house and decorate, and meet to see the beauty of this world together. I am so convinced of you that you are absolutely assured of me.
But no one expected that such an ordinary day could no longer be ordinary. You just talked to her a few more words, and I saw the clue. This is not an inexplicable sixth sense of a woman, but stems from my absolute understanding of you, as rational as you, will not speak more than three sentences to a person who is not interested.
Doubt is like a seed planted in the heart. If you work overtime and come back late, go on business trips, or rarely communicate, it will thrive in your heart.
But no one has a secret. There is a perfect lover in a woman's heart, and his face appears when it is difficult to sleep at night, or in a dream without warning.
If good feelings are limited to good feelings, memory only stays in memory. This is presumably what marriage experts refer to as giving each other space.
It's a pity, whether men and women can resist the desire from their hearts, and can they still remember "because of love, because of marriage, so loyalty" in the flickering candlelight, on the graceful figure, in the ambiguous atmosphere reason.
Betrayal is not the patent of men, and women are not weak in marriage.
When imagination becomes reality, when desire becomes reality, you and I both know that we have truly lost each other since then.
It is too late to regret, and the good is only the past. The tears you shed will tell you that this is a cruel test given to you by fate, and you did not pass it. From then on, no matter how good the sweetness is mixed with bitterness, no matter how much love is also suffering, you will understand what life is.
Life just never goes the way you want it to. Love can be trusted as you once hoped.
A few years later, you chew your memories and sigh helplessly, this is life.
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