I have read a lot of love stories, but I am not interested in most of them that are fictional, have ups and downs and involve the fate of the family.
I believe in love because I have always loved. Maybe it was love. It is an ordinary memory mixed with trivial matters. Like the first fireworks on a winter night, it once existed.
I always thought that love means staying together until death and never being separated. The other party must be looking for young talents and chose me among thousands of people. For example, as told in most stories, they reunited after being separated for more than ten years and then renewed their relationship.
I can remember every scene about our love, and I have not forgotten him