About love, but more than love

? Dust-laden memories always find a point of collision at a certain moment, and thoughts flow like a fountain.

Telling me about my love journey, what remains deep in my memory is still my beautiful youth.

I have been in love three times, including the last time with my husband. During my youth, I had a crush on three or four seniors who were both good in character and academics, handsome boys who seemed preoccupied, or guys who were attracted by basketball.

? The first two relationships did not work out. I won’t mention it, because after all, the male protagonist in the story has gradually moved away from my life, and I have no contact or see him again.

? Before I met my husband, I went on blind dates three times. I have forgotten the sequence.

? One object is a laboratory doctor in a certain hospital. Having a car, a house and a stable job is what the elders say is the ideal person. But I didn’t feel good at the first meeting, or maybe I wasn’t ready at the time, and the subsequent fierce offensive made me dislike it very much.

The other one is an uncle who has some feelings. I'm about seven or eight years older than I am, I don't have a high degree of education, I run my own business, and I'm funny. But I guess it was because I wasn't mature enough, and gradually we lost contact.

? The last one was a boy who was good in all aspects. But I decided and started to take the initiative, but he refused.

In a word, blind date is not suitable. On the road of love, if you rush forward, things will often turn out to be the opposite. When love is mixed with too many conditional considerations, our choices become unstable.

After I broke up with the person I had been dating for four years, I was sad for a while. A classmate from elementary school helped me out of the gloom. I originally thought I would be with that classmate. As a result, he suddenly disappeared. When he showed up again, he excessively put himself in a low position, always thinking that I was excellent and had a higher salary than him. In the end, it was a relationship that ended without any problem.

? I was also chased by a fat friend, but I couldn't keep up with his living habits and hobbies at the time, so I kept a distance.

Love requires like-minded people. Without a different topic, it would be difficult to move on.

The last heartbeat before meeting my husband. Basketball games allowed me to meet a lot of people. My friends teased me and I started to have feelings for someone. I took the initiative to confess my love, but people declined time and time again, but I still refused to give up. Finally, I sadly gave up. Looking back now, I am glad that he firmly refused. Later I heard that he had a wealthy family and married the daughter of a bank president.

? Love really requires the right person. If the distance is too far, the family will not be able to integrate and it will cause harm.

My husband and I started to know each other when we were volunteers. Do volunteer work together, do activities together, and slowly get to know each other. It's a bit like a flash love and a flash marriage. An unexpected arrival contributed to the flowering of our love. We have experienced a lot along the way. From the very beginning when my husband's mother persuaded us to abort the child, to when my husband always stood with me, to the end when he received the certificate and served the wine. We have successfully overcome many obstacles. Without a strong economic foundation, we rely on our own efforts to make our lives better and better. Occasionally we quarrel over trivial matters or my impatience. But, this is love. We have been working hard to make each other better and make everyone's lives better and better. My husband tried his best to be tolerant and understanding of my willfulness. I reflect on my unscrupulousness and admit my mistake. Each other will not interfere too much with each other's hobbies and interests, and they will accompany each other to participate. The combination of impatience and chronicity makes love blossom and become more and more beautiful.

It seems that my love is too rough. My mind is searching for the love stories of relatives and friends around me. Incomplete fragments.

I have a friend. When I was reading, someone teased that they liked each other. But often such jokes only drive each other further apart. Both of them played badminton in a sports school, and later went to the same school around junior high school. As friends, I can still see the affection between the two. After graduation, I forgot whether it was high school or college, the two of us were together. Later, due to some reasons, the two separated.

The girl went through a sad relationship, and was finally found by the original person. Now the family of three is living happily.

My brother. He once liked a girl. I only met her two or three times and never chatted with her, but in my memory, he loved this girl very much and always tried his best to prepare surprises for her. Later, we broke up for some reason, and my brother became the enemy of the whole world. In the past, he would occasionally mention the name of the girl who made us feel pity. However, now he has become someone else's husband. I wish they can still enjoy the breeze of love and live every day of their lives hand in hand.

? It has been said for a long time that marriage is the grave of love. I never thought so. Isn't love a simple interpretation of loving each other and being together? Isn't getting married an option for loving each other? On the road to marriage, we will have quarrels over many trivial things, but we will still choose to conclude with "a family living happily".

I love you in love, and we love each other in marriage.

There is also the indispensable mutual support in family ties.

? There is also the joy of like-mindedness in friendship.

? Say "I love you" to the people you care about with a grateful heart.