It was a summer evening, and I was drinking and chatting with her in a bar. We've known each other for a while before, but this was the first real date. At that time, she was wearing a white dress and looked very fresh and cute.
After we had a few drinks, she suddenly said she wanted to go outside to get some air. So, together we walked out of the bar and into the street. At that time, the sky suddenly became overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain. We didn't care and continued to wander the streets.
Then, suddenly, the rain poured down. We didn't bring umbrellas and were soaked in the rain. We rushed to a small shop on the side of the road to take shelter from the rain, but to no avail, the rain kept pouring down on us.
I realized at this time that her dress had been soaked by the rain and stuck to her body, allowing me to see her perfect figure. I felt my heart beat faster and started to feel a little uncomfortable.
After that, we decided to leave the shop and go back to the bar to continue drinking. When I saw her wet look, I couldn't help but start thinking about it. I felt like I had fallen in, attracted to her beauty and temperament.
We had a few more drinks afterwards and then decided to leave the bar. It was late and we had to take a taxi home. In the car, I looked at her wet appearance, and my heart began to stir.
Finally, we arrived home. I watched as she walked up the stairs and back home. I stood there, watching her leave, filled with loss and helplessness. I knew that I was deeply in love with her, but I also knew that our relationship could only end there.
The heavy rain that night drenched her whole body and my heart. From that moment on, I fell and fell deeply in love with her.
After that night, my relationship with her became more delicate. Our interactions are more natural and intimate. We work together, eat together, watch movies together, go for walks together. I'm always looking for opportunities to be alone with her, always looking for excuses to reach out to her. I knew I was in love with her, but I didn't dare tell her.
I was in a quandary. On the one hand, I don't want to lose her, I want to be with her all the time, I want to spend the rest of my life with her. On the other hand, I don't want her to be bothered by me, and I don't want her to be unhappy because of me. I kept thinking about how she would react if I told her I loved herWill she accept me?Or will we be strangers from now on?
In such a tangle, time flies. In the blink of an eye, we've known each other for a month. I decided, I was going to confess to her. I can't go on like this, I can't let her occupy my heart like this anymore. I'm going to tell her that I love her and that I want to be with her.
That night, we went for a walk in the park together. I looked at her, at her beautiful face, at her charming smile. I finally mustered up the courage and I said to her, "I love you. She looked at me, smiled and said, "I love you too." ”
At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world. I felt my soul filled with joy and happiness. I took her hand and we walked through that wonderful night together.
From that moment on, our relationship became more intimate. We have gone through many difficulties and challenges together, but we have always supported each other to move forward. We have created our own memories together and experienced the ups and downs of life together.
Now, we've been together for three years. Our lives are still full of love and happiness. I know that I love her and I will always love her, no matter what happens. She also knows that I will always be there for her, whenever and wherever I want.