Is it love rat who has been in love many times?

Nowadays, in this society with lack of emotion, I feel more and more single, as if everyone's trust in emotion is really low. Sometimes, the distinction between love rat and love rat is particularly ridiculous. People who have been with more than three male and female friends will label you love rat love rat. Obviously, they have no fixed male and female friends every day, and they proudly advertise that they are single. I have been in many relationships, but I never feel scum. On the contrary, I am very proud. In the face of every relationship, I.

Let's start with .9 ex-boyfriend. When I was in junior high school, the girl in front of me chased him. I passed books to Hongyan every day, and I thought he was not good anywhere. But strangely, I found him attractive after getting along with him for a long time. Maybe I was fascinated by his singing at that time, and I still find his singing particularly attractive today. What's more strange is that the girl actively brought us together.

Teenage adolescence is relatively simple. When two people go to school together, he rides me on a bicycle every day, and they also go online together. There is always a part of each other to buy food, and they are ambiguous in the name of friends, but they never even say what they like, but I really liked him for three years. In today's parlance, he is really a love rat, and he and I are determined not to break this relationship, and don't delay chasing other girls. I was still very sad for him at that time, and two people were like lovers who broke up for a while. The turning point of things was the summer vacation after the senior high school entrance examination. He contacted me through a good friend of ours to save the deadlock with me. It was then that I felt I had to learn to let him go, and I was just catching up with a sports major who chased me. I felt good about him, so I went out with him.

Xue Ge, a sports major, was my real first one. He was 185 meters tall, handsome and gentle. Unfortunately, he had to go to a university in a different place before long, and they broke up quietly without saying goodbye. He held hands for the first time, hugged for the first time and kissed for the first time, just like the song "Later", as light as gardenia. Therefore, the first one I liked silently for three years, and he never responded seriously can only be regarded as .9, but fortunately, the first one has let me out of the time when I was lost by him.

The second boyfriend is a ruffian man with a bad face value, and he is really not attractive except for being hopelessly handsome. In fact, I am the kind of girl who looks ordinary, and I didn't expect to make a high-value boyfriend like him. In fact, it fell to him at a glance. One winter, when it was snowing, he wore a red coat with sparkling snowflakes on his eyelashes and appeared at the gate of our school. That moment I envied the girl who was talking to him, just like the storyline that would only appear in the novel. We still had an intersection. What was even more unexpected was that he took the initiative to chase me. On the day with him, my sky was full of stars. He held my hand through the summer and put his hand in it. Breaking up with him seems to be a pity after several years, but it is also lucky. There are too many girls of all kinds around him. Ordinary people like me will feel particularly insecure and inexplicably inferior. In fact, I am a very confident and proud Leo, but I have no confidence in him. He happens to be a cold Capricorn man. Both of them are domineering and stubborn, and neither of them will be convinced. After many years, a live broadcast connection, he said that it was really only me around him at that time. If only we were not so stubborn. When I turned off the video, my tears burst in an instant. Unfortunately, I didn't meet him at the right age. My feelings for him were actually clinging to my heart-pounding self, and there was no such throbbing in the days to come.

In the two years since I broke up with the riffraff, the boys who chased me have never stopped, but I refused, mainly because I couldn't let him go completely. During this period, my emotional counselor turned out to be .9. At this time, we have become friends who talk about everything. I also worked as a counselor to help him chase girls. My feelings for him for three years have disappeared without a trace. Both of them are too familiar with each other, and they will join each other under the false identities of boyfriend and girlfriend.

There is nothing wrong with the third boyfriend except that he cheated on me before breaking up. He is really the one who is the most attentive and has the longest front. In the third year of high school, life entered the most important stage, and I never thought about accepting new feelings again. I met him by chatting online. At that time, he wore a red coat like that of a rascal man, and barely took care of him, chatting and leaving his number. He called me for at least half an hour every day, sometimes for two hours, until we were in love for a year. Although he was in a city, it was not easy to meet once. It takes him nearly three hours to visit me every single trip, and we can only spend one day together if I take two days off every month. At first, I didn't feel too excited about him, but he was really caring and attentive to me, and his voice was super nice. There were 183 people with long legs. Under his sugar-coated shells, I decided to forget the past completely and start over. We didn't have much time together, but it was very sweet. I said "I love you" for the first time. But it's the same person who calls me baby on the phone every day, who betrays our love meanly. After I entered the university, I finally got enough time to get along with him. He suddenly lost contact after my eleventh holiday. I was worried to death all October. We were in a different place, thousands of miles away, and I was afraid of his unexpected situation. However, when I contacted him again, he told me that there was another girl. He was so entangled that he didn't want to give up. I can accept it. But at least be honest with each other. I was so worried because I was playing both sides, or I went to see him in his city, and he kissed me and didn't say anything about staying, so we broke up.

In the two years after I broke up with this love rat, my life in college was decadent. I was busy eating and drinking every day and made many friends, but I didn't have a boyfriend. I had no hope for my feelings at all. Obviously, I took it seriously every time, and my heart was broken. How can I have the strength to believe in love? There are also boys chasing me during this period, but I really seem to be used to a person's freedom and don't expect to meet love. Every time I go home on holiday, I can still get together with my .9-year-old. He criticizes my dress as a demon or gives me a life lesson. I resist his dogma and choose a bunch of songs for him to sing one by one. The two of us often go crazy in ktv all afternoon. When I went home on vacation in pain of lovelorn love, it was him riding a scooter and singing with me all the way, eating and drinking together like we did in junior high school. The difference is that I am no longer shy with him at the beginning, because we are so familiar with him that I am no longer ignorant of him at the beginning.

I thought I would never meet love again, but love came like a tornado. I met my current husband the year before I graduated from college. He is a person who is totally out of my theoretical scope. He is seven years older than me, has a low altitude, is handsome, has a low education level, and has poor family conditions. He can't talk with rhetoric, but he speaks with practical actions. Maybe I never dreamed that the reality gap would be so big before, but it was this unknown probability that made me believe in love again.

I have been in love with my husband for five years, and I have no choice but to break up for some practical reasons, but he? As soon as I stretched out my hand, I bravely took it up. I didn't feel heartbroken with him, nor did I talk sweetly, but I was indifferent and took every day seriously. From everyone's opposition to the envy of a family of three, from one city to another, from nothing to having his own small family, he has really paid a lot to me and this family, and our feelings have always been the same, not strong, but always warm. I feel very lucky. I have been in love many times, and I have been cheated and betrayed, but I still met the right person at the right time, re-believed in love and gained my own love.

In those days when my husband and I broke up in love, the first person who came to comfort me turned out to be the second rascal. At two o'clock in the morning, he drove around half the city to meet me at the train station, took me to dinner, told me his cold jokes, made me respect my feelings, think carefully, and educate me like my predecessors. After that, we haven't seen each other again, thousands of miles apart, and each has a happy family. Occasionally, we chat on WeChat and don't bother each other.

I have lived in my second hometown these years, and I seldom go back to my hometown. I haven't seen you for many years, and I also greet each other on my birthday, but I don't bother.

Although I have been in love for many times, I have taken every relationship seriously, and I have been disappointed and wandering. However, love itself is very strange. It is not easy to have it if I pay seriously. I cannot judge me as love rat and deprive me of my right to happiness at will just because I have been in love for many times.