The first time we went out to play together, on the cruise ship of Huangpu River and on the transparent glass of the Oriental Pearl, her smile was as charming as the bustling night scene in Shanghai.
The first time she came to my house, she was silent and nervous all the way. I tried to comfort her, but I was poor. Cooking for me for the first time, I go to work every morning, watching her still sleepy like a pig under the covers, especially wanting to stay like this, holding her and watching her coquetry.
When she comes back at noon, she must be busy cooking for me. The little fool was all thumbs when cooking in the kitchen, and ran out to look at the recipes looked up online. The first quarrel, it was very fierce. She cried badly. When we met, she didn't blame me at all, except why I didn't come earlier.
Many first-time pleasures have become daily pleasures. Accompany her in self-study every day, chat with me every day, spoil me every day, call my husband every day, want to stick to me every day, hold her every day, even if it is cold and tired.
The last time I left, she was in such a hurry to do the experiment that she didn't even eat breakfast or send me. I scolded her for not eating breakfast, put down the box and fell to the ground.
She followed, startled, thinking that I was angry with her impatience, and my eyes were full of anxiety. I really regret it.
Now for practical reasons, we may have to break up. I have many things that I feel sorry for her, and there are also many things that I didn't do together. I don't want to wish her happiness. I hope one day she can remember our happiness together and come back to marry me. This life is enough.
But doesn't it mean that you have to learn to let go if you love someone? Silly girl, it's too hard for me to give up on you. I smoke and drink, and I just want to be the person I hate the most, so you really hate me. So that I can bless you and you will feel at ease.