Love story 2

I was married to him, holding hands, but the minds of the two of us were still a bit at a loss.

He held my hand along the way, laughed, shouted, and walked towards home. When I was a little girl, I yearned for beautiful wedding dresses and diamond rings, and looked forward to the prince riding a white horse. But at this moment, I was not so excited in my heart. Marriage seems to be a matter of course.

In the ardent eyes of both parents, we rushed into the palace of marriage. Life after marriage has bitterness and sweetness, and there are more sweet moments. After getting married, I still used to say "my stuff" and "your stuff". He said dissatisfied: "Can you change 'I' to 'us"? It seems that our relationship can be one step closer. It took me a few months to change my habits for the sake of harmony in married life.

In addition to the things we have in the new house after marriage, there is not much that can be used. Therefore, we are going to take 4000 to buy some furniture and decorate a warm and loving family. But reality will defeat fantasy in the end, 4000 is not enough to buy what we need. After shopping outside for a long time, I didn't buy anything in the end. We are a little preoccupied. But then he comforted: "It's okay, we will have these things sooner or later."

After marriage, I insisted on keeping some distance. Two people always stay together, there is no private space, there is always a feeling of wasting time. I said to him: "I haven't written anything for months!". He made a serious determination: "I won't disturb you tonight." At night, I was sitting at my desk, but I couldn't write a word. Because I knew there was him in the room, my heart couldn't calm down. I simply dropped the pen and drilled into his arms, hoping to get his caress. Sometimes I can't satisfy his desires, it's too big, and it has penetrated me many times in one night. Sometimes I even want to buy a huge breast sex doll to help solve his desire.

He seldom goes to eat and drink with friends, fearing that I will be lonely at home alone. The two always find something in common in their free time. Wake up in the morning and see the breakfast that has been prepared. In the evening, I was rushing through the manuscript in front of the computer while listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

He is doing laundry. When I was busy, he would take the initiative to take on housework. His carefulness always surprises me. When he is drying clothes, I gently hug him and put my face on his smooth back, hoping to give him some warmth when he is tired. I took his hand and slowly led him into the room.

Every time I leave work, I go straight to home. Seeing the light on from a distance, I felt tenderness in my heart. It feels good to be at home. Sometimes he will not be at home, but always turn on the light. I blamed him for wasting electricity. He said, "It's too dark without turning on the light. I'm afraid you will be afraid when you come back."

Over time, we have changed from couples to close friends and sweet lovers, sharing each other's happiness and sorrow. I keep advising those single friends: "If you are in love, get married!"