My first love

I came out of the countryside in an authentic way, and I thought that only reading could change my fate, so until I was seventeen years old, I was a nerd, "reading only the books of the sages, and not hearing anything out of the window." Until the third year of high school, I met a boy, the two of us studied together, helped each other, and at 9 o'clock he was afraid that I was afraid and always sent me home. I could feel that we both had feelings for each other, but neither of us said it. I've fantasized countless times about what the future holds for the two of us together.

Later, we were all admitted to our ideal schools, and in that era there was no such convenient contact method as it is now. Four years later, I returned to our small town to work as a teacher and met my husband. One afternoon after we had booked our wedding date, he showed up at our school gate. "I'm back and I'm working here, do you like me?" Can you give me a chance? I hesitated for a moment "I'm sorry, I have a great relationship with my boyfriend, let's still be friends, I wish you happiness!" ”

After that, we also met at each class reunion, learned about each other's current situation, and left our own contact information. Later, I heard that he did a good job at work, promoted very quickly, and was transferred to the city. His wife was a housewife, whom I also knew, but was not very familiar with, and once again injured his foot in an accident and left him with a disability.

More than ten years have passed and I am divorced. The family arranged many blind dates, and he came again, "Don't look for it, I have been separated from her for many years, I still have you and me in my heart!" "I'm sorry, I know your sister-in-law, and I don't do anything to hurt anyone." You have a lovely son, go back and communicate with your daughter-in-law! First love is beautiful, let's not tarnish this beauty. ”