After so many years of marriage, I still haven't figured out what it looks like to marry love? If at the beginning, I still felt that no one could do without anyone's appearance, after time and years, after the torment of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea in life. Or maybe we've all lived anxious lives. Full of hope for life but with nothing, full of tenderness and sweetness for your partner, but losing tenderness in tedious things. All that remains is the shortcomings and shortcomings of infinite amplification.
This is our real life, always full of hope and happiness for tomorrow and the other half, but always grinding a bruise in collisions and quarrels. I always think that the appearance of love should be to give all the best things to each other, and then hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son, and the piano is in the palace, and it is good to be quiet. In fact, in addition to the quiet years, our lives are more of a small strife, and finally stage into a full of disgust.
Isn't love what it should look like, respecting each other like guests and loving each other for a lifetime? It's easy to say, but how many people can really do it? In the bumps, I lost the patience to get along, and in the constant complaining, we lost the beautiful love we once had. So starting with the sentence "let's get divorced", the ending may be irretrievable. In just one lifetime, we have walked more than half of it, can the rest of the way still get out of the original way of love?
I have forgotten how long it has been since I have done any small housework for you, and I have forgotten how long it has been since I have a good chat with you about my parents. In the busy work, we slowly live into the most familiar strangers, home is just an ordinary hotel, and the bed is just a place to sleep. We all lived as each other's passers-by, and the footsteps that drifted away only left the ground full of sadness and reluctance.