He was eighteen that year.
She, twenty-four years old.
For him, love came a little too early.
Accepting a man six years younger than herself as a boyfriend, she also plucked up all the courage to talk about this relationship.
Some people, in love, have overcome the world, overcome the barriers, but finally lost to the long-lasting chai rice oil and salt.
It's not that he's not good enough, it's not that they're not in love enough. However, the vigorous beginning, but the end was dismal, not consummated, such a thing, she has also seen.
She always said: "If one day in the future, you are tired, just say that you can break up, I hope we can be different and each other is fine." ”
He didn't know how to show his heart, love, not with his mouth.
His mind, any language felt pale.
He said, "Let's make a pact, and if I break up with you in the future, I'll say to you: I love you..."
"Why is this happening? Break up and say break up. ”
In his eyes, there was affection, "Even if it is a breakup, I don't want to hurt you with other words, not a breakup, I also hope to say to you, it is the most beautiful thing in the world." ”
Her heartstrings fluttered and she nodded
"Do you know what my greatest wish is now?"
"What?"
"I hope that in this life and in this life, I will only say that I like you, and never say that I love you."
She smiled.
Fast forward four years, and after graduating from college, he proposed to her, and since then he has often said "like" and never "love"...
She felt very happy.
Together, they prepare for the wedding.
She thought she would be the happiest bride.
Accidents come unexpectedly.
On the way to get a marriage license, they had a car accident...
He took her underneath.
She suffered only minor injuries, and he was dying.
Before entering the operating room, he suddenly took off his oxygen mask and said to her with difficulty: "If ... I love you..."
She squatted on the ground and couldn't cry.
Later, they lived together plainly, tasting poetry wine and tea, competing for oil, salt and vinegar, having sons and grandchildren, but never saying a word: I love you...
