love story
Text/Ayan
1
All my friends know that I love my boyfriend deeply. They said that when I looked at him, my eyes were tender as water and I was full of patience with him. My infatuation made them think that this man was really lucky. Not only because I love him deeply, but also because people don't think highly of him personally.
I am a rare beauty in the crowd, and men are surprised to see me. I come from a superior family and have been spoiled since childhood. I am knowledgeable and graduated from the top universities in the world, and I am an invincible role in the workplace.
But my boyfriend, people always say he is short and poor. He graduated from a diploma workshop, and because of his low education and poor ability, he was assigned to a low-paying position by his family. People say that he is extremely mediocre compared with me, and we have nothing in common. Although he is so mediocre, he is full of peach blossoms. They say he has had many girlfriends and he likes many girls at the same time. He is equally attentive to them, and the girls are attracted by his romantic flirting. He can ask another girl out to a couple's restaurant for a date at the next moment when his eyes are full of saying I really love you. Of course, it often costs me money.
To tell the truth, my boyfriend and I really have nothing in common. We can't go together at all. He can't understand what I'm saying, and I'm not interested in his low-level boring hobbies. When he proudly shared his vulgar taste with me, my inner ridicule was true, but so was my patience.
In fact, I already know about my boyfriend's philandering. I have seen many girls among them. They are not bad-looking, everyone has the same language as him and looks like a good match. His love for them seems to be real. It's hard to avoid some sadness in my heart. But it doesn't matter, he chose me, ah, rather, between me and them, I chose to stay.
To tell the truth, like me, I found my boyfriend hanging around among the flowers, cheating on women, and still loving him as always. There are not many women around him. At least I'm the only one around my boyfriend. So I am in an invincible position.
My friends accuse me of being a humble and flattering woman, and I tend to laugh it off rather than argue. I know in my heart that the reason why I choose to forgive and indulge again and again is because I think he is not sincere to those women, just taking part in accidental amusement, and he really loves me.
This is not humility, but confidence!
Yes, I know he doesn't love me, but I believe he does.
As for my boyfriend's appearance, I know he is really ugly. He is short, always hunched over, pale and bloodless. He is emaciated and emaciated, without any masculinity. He walks with a figure of eight, and his facial features are the ugliest among girls.
Yes, although I think he is really ugly, I think he is really beautiful.
I always feel that my boyfriend and I have some kind of fate, and I can't disobey it. Even if we are separated, fate will put us back together. This is my inspiration from various clues. To be honest, I felt a little desperate when I knew that our zodiac signs didn't match, but I soon regained my confidence and found that our constellations matched. You know, this kind of thing is always inaccurate, but the constellation makes sense.
I know that if our constellations don't match, I think the constellations are unreasonable.
I think of our married life, but I can't imagine it. Life after marrying him is unimaginable. I can't imagine someone like him and I become a family, and * * * maintains a good family. I can't decide which of us should cook and mop the floor. I can't imagine that I or he will love our children. I can't imagine that we can give each other the sense of security, support and trust that family life needs. I even think I might not want to marry him at all.
But this idea didn't bother me, because when I realized that maybe we shouldn't get married, I automatically ignored this understanding and continued to believe that we were each other's destiny.
2
On this day, my boyfriend proposed to me in the most upscale restaurant in this city.
At the moment he said it, many different feelings were mixed in my mind.
Let me get this straight.
First of all, I was surprised, just as I learned the news that other playboys got married. I don't understand, playboy takes pleasure in playing with feelings, why should he tie himself to marriage? I always feel that they must have been carried away by the feeling of love and made such an unwise decision to get married. Unfortunately, playboy decided to get married.
Then, I felt funny and despised my boyfriend. My boyfriend's monthly salary is only enough for us to have a meal in this restaurant. I don't know how he got that shiny diamond ring in his hand. I am an idiot, but I make myself look like a high-ranking person. This is my boyfriend. That diamond ring may have been bought on loan. If I marry him, should I pay his debts? This diamond ring is common in workmanship and vulgar in style, but I don't like it very much. I don't like spending money on things I don't like.
Of course, I am still very touched, and I want to show it perfectly. Can I not be moved? Although my playboy boyfriend is poor, he managed to take out a diamond ring and propose to me in such a high-end romantic place, telling me that he must be me. I am really tired.
I shed tears of emotion, took the diamond ring with trembling hands, kissed my boyfriend affectionately, and said some vows of eternal love.
Then, I began to secretly plan how to get my boyfriend to withdraw his decision to marry me.
three
It's the first time I have such a strong dissatisfaction with my boyfriend. Because of his proposal, the idea of "I don't want to marry him" was completely torn apart and presented naked before my eyes. At the moment he said, I knew I really didn't want to marry him, and I didn't even love him at all-although I knew it already.
I remember the day when we first met, he looked at me shyly with clear eyes, blushed and bowed his head and smiled. He skillfully put a beautiful rose folded by himself in my palm, held my hand and carefully said to me, "I folded it myself and gave it to you."
I remember him playing the harmonica, playing the guitar and singing the most romantic love songs to me. Of course, I learned later that he did the same to other girls.
Maybe this is what I need. In other words, I just like the feeling of floating in the wind. They are so unreal that I need a body similar to them to assume that they are real and exist forever.
Hatefully, my boyfriend self-righteous broke this beautiful dream and the romance of "destiny takes a hand"-when I had to really face this strange body that proposed to me, I suddenly understood that those unreliable guesses were just a romantic illusion.
We have never loved each other, or we don't know each other at all, so how can we get married?
After dinner, I drove my boyfriend home and went to the jewelry store alone.
The diamond ring bought by my boyfriend is of average quality. I sold 1 ten thousand, which is a good price.
four
"What? You lost the diamond ring? " The boyfriend stared at his small eyes and clenched his fist, obviously angry.
As I expected, he broke up and asked me for 6,543,800+diamond ring compensation. He said that the diamond ring is worth 65,438+10,000. Although his asking price was a little higher than I expected, I agreed without hesitation.
When my friends learned about this, although they also blamed my carelessness, they were more contemptuous of the way the man broke up with me when he was greedy. I am satisfied with their knowledge, which is exactly what I want. I continue to play the role of infatuation and sadness.
For a month in a row, I was under alcohol anesthesia as long as I had free time. I was drinking a glass of wine. When I was lovelorn, my friends came to comfort me and began to criticize the man's romance, looks, work and so on. Every day, different people criticize that person in my ear. I always listen intermittently, but I don't really care. I just looked up and shed tears. In my mind, the shy and clear boy is folding roses, playing the harmonica, playing the guitar and singing love songs. ......
On this day, I was drinking beer and counting the stars by the park and lake where my boyfriend (now it should be called ex-boyfriend) first met.
We used to count the stars, play the piano and sing songs here together. He looks so clear and innocent. ......
The cell phone rang.
"hello?" I connected the phone and it was my ex-boyfriend.
"... I want to say, I found that I still love you and can't live without you, and I know you can't live without me. Why don't we make up? I have no money now. If you can accept it, I can buy you a cheaper wedding ring, 1 10,000 or so. What do you think? "
This man is actually here to save me. I think it's because he felt that no one in the world could love him more and treat him better than me during the month when he was separated from me.
I was amused and said, "Are you a stupid coin? I don't love you. "
"I don't believe it, you don't say angry words ..."
He wanted to say more, but I hung up.
This man is really strange. He believed me when I lied to him and praised him. Now I tell the truth, but he doesn't believe me. Is he, like me, willing to believe that others love him instead of not loving himself? Do we all need another person's love so much?
I looked up at the sky and counted the stars in the distance, as if I saw a broken and clear teenager in the night sky. ......