No matter how busy you are, never forget the people who love you

In March 2019, we were together for three years.

The first year was a sweet year, and we lived in peace and harmony.

The first half of the second year was full of quarrels. Our relationship was almost broken. The long quarrel left both of us injured and neither of us benefited. Sometimes I would reach out to him first. To extend an olive branch, sometimes he extends the olive branch first.

In the second half of the year, both of us began to recover from our injuries, each of us began to get rid of some bad habits that affected our relationship, and our relationship began to slowly get better.

In the third year, there were almost no major quarrels. The two of them cared about each other. In ordinary days, they talked, laughed, and fought, constantly working together, and supporting each other until now.

We are just an ordinary couple, not a grand couple, and we have never exchanged expensive gifts. But in these ordinary days, I have never been disappointed, because my life is full of little things. surprise.

He always buys me cakes and fruits. I remember one time he went out to a party with his friends and came back late. I called him and asked him to bring me some pineapples when he came back, but he didn’t come back until twelve o’clock. I was really waiting for him to come back at that time. The fruit shop had already closed, and I had given up on pineapples.

But at one o'clock, he drunkenly walked into the door carrying a large bag of fruit. The bag looked very heavy, and it hung straight on his arm without any bend. There were traces of it, and there were two boxes of blueberries that neither of us were willing to buy, a large box of my favorite jackfruit, a cantaloupe, and more than half of a unicorn melon...

I asked him It was so late. Where did he buy the fruit? But he was already dizzy and just wanted to go to bed early, so I didn't ask him again. My roommate who came back with me told me that he ran for a long time before he found a store that was open to buy fruit. He originally said he would just buy a pineapple and then left. When he went out, he saw jackfruit placed at the door of the house. He said he wanted to buy some jackfruit, and then he saw blueberries. , I want to buy blueberries again. While buying, I say, you like to eat, buy, buy two more boxes.

It seems more joyful to hear this from someone else than from his own mouth. When you are drunk, you can still think about me. What else do I want?

When other girls see something good, they always want to buy it for me, so I always receive some small surprises, sometimes it’s a cute hooded scarf, sometimes it’s A pair of comfortable sneakers, sometimes some Ferrero Rocher from nowhere, and bags of raisins, most of which I like to eat, and some of which he thinks I like to eat.

When I meet a delicious food restaurant with my friends, I always want to take me there again; from time to time I worry that I, a twenty-something year old who can earn money, will not have enough to eat; but this kind of A life that is ordinary but with some happiness already makes me very satisfied. If these things had happened when we first got together, I would still have some doubts, but at that time, we had been together for more than a year and had experienced countless hysterical quarrels. These little surprises, as always, exist like some kind of ritual.

I love and cherish these little happinesses very much. It gives me such a great sense of happiness. Sometimes, no matter how much I like you, it’s nothing more than that.

I should be satisfied with this, but just now, when he just asked me for a simple hug, I felt full of resistance in my heart. When I coldly drove him out of the room where I usually work and watched him turn around and leave angrily, I instantly began to feel sorry for him. At the same time, I also regretted why I had to be so stingy with my feelings and treat someone who had been together so long. Long time people are so mean.

I have been thinking about something about writing almost every day during this period. I am either thinking or worrying about it. I even had several dreams in a row, and I was constantly thinking about it in my dreams. How should I write a paragraph? It's like being possessed. There is no room for anything else in my mind, and I keep pacing back and forth in my own world.

Even when he spoke to me, I could only see his mouth moving, and I didn’t hear what he said at all; his occasional and sudden appearance would also be noticed by me. It was a rude interruption; some of his concerns for me no longer sounded as heartwarming as they once did.

At that moment, I suddenly realized my selfishness and cruelty. I regarded my own feelings as so important, and turned around and threw those unhelpful emotions into a ball. The guilt of those around me makes me sit on pins and needles.

I quickly stopped what I was doing, ran to another room, found him, and hugged him, as if we hadn’t spoken for months. We chatted for a very long time. The two were also very happy. This period of time was so difficult for me due to work, but all the thoughts I was trapped in at work never appeared during that chat.

So when you are angry, when work fills up your life, when your energy is exhausted, when you want to lose your temper with the people around you who love you, first think about the time we had together Take the road you have traveled, the love you have gained, let go of all the fatigue and worries, and hug them. Whether they are relatives or friends, they can always selflessly heal all fatigue and helplessness.

We are all busy on our way, but the people who love us are always a harbor.