On an ordinary summer evening, I received an unexpected WeChat message from a first love – someone who had left a deep mark on my life. The message was simple and straightforward: "Class reunion, are you coming?".This short sentence instantly ignited a fire in my heart.
First love, it was a dream when I was young. We once composed a youthful love song in the young campus, but the twist of fate made us drift away. Now, time flies, and he who has not been seen for many years actually appeared at this time, and that special moment was the lonely day when my wife was on a business trip due to work, empty nest, and lonely.
Looking at the flashing handwriting on my phone's screen, I fell into deep thought. The invitation of first love is like a glass of wine, and the impulse of the moment will make me fall into a whirlpool from which I cannot extricate myself. I held my phone and felt my heart beat faster, as if that dusty memory was unfolding in front of my eyes again.
The scene of the class reunion made me fall into memories of the past. Everyone got together and shared their lives. And his first love, he still looks young and has a bright smile. We talked, reminiscing about the good old days. His words revealed nostalgia for the past, and I was caught in a worry about the future.
Halfway through the party, my first love took the initiative to pull me aside, revealing an unexpected emotion in her words: "After so many years, I have not been able to forget the relationship we once had." Would you consider getting back together?”
This sudden confession caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but recall all the sweet moments of those years. But in my heart, there is one person who cares about me, my husband.
When I got home, I sat alone in front of the window and looked out at the night. The words of first love echoed in my ears, but there was an inexplicable entanglement in my heart. Should I follow the call of my heart, or should I protect the family in front of me?I thought about it, but I couldn't make up my mind.
The husband is on a business trip, and the empty house is filled with loneliness. On the screen of my phone, WeChat messages seemed to urge me to make a choice. I decided to find my first love and relive the romance of the past with him. But just as I was about to say goodbye to reality, a message sent me deep into thought.
Wife, I really miss you today. In the past few days on a business trip, I always feel empty in my heart. When I come back, I must love you well. ”
This message was like a basin of cold water, instantly waking me up from an impulsive dream. My husband's concern and expectation made me suddenly realize that my family is the harbor I really rely on. The invitation of first love may be a trap, an old dream that has left me lost. I hesitated, put down my phone, and silently waited for my husband's return.
Day after day, I try to bring myself back to peace. When my husband came home, I didn't choose to share my troubles with him. He looked at me quietly, then hugged me deeply: "Fool, whatever happens, we will face it." The wind and rain we have experienced together are the most precious memories. ”
The invitation of my first love became a test of life, and my choice resulted in a stronger marriage. Life is full of choices, and sometimes, the twists and turns of the experience make us more aware of the importance of cherishing the people in front of us. The youthful time of my first love has now become a memory buried deep in my heart, and my husband is where my real happiness lies.