Diary of Love
A girl and a poor boy fell in love. Their love was simple. The poor boy said, “My love is poor. I can’t afford flowers, I can’t buy a diamond ring, but I have a sincere heart.”
The girl didn’t care about flowers or diamond rings. She only cared about the happiness and warmth she felt when she was with him, like flowers in a greenhouse yearning for the brilliant sunshine outside.
She happily brought him home, and her parents were so angry they almost fainted. Pointing at the poor boy, they said, “He’s not good enough for you. Give up on this idea!”
Looking at the poor boy’s pale face, the girl cried and said, “I can’t… I can’t break my parents’ hearts. You… you should leave!”
The poor boy gave a tragic smile and left. He couldn’t hate her because she loved her parents deeply.
After breaking up with the poor boy, the girl married a wealthy man. The wedding was grand and glorious, but there was no love between them. After the marriage, she felt like a rose losing its sunlight, gradually withering and unable to attract the wealthy man’s attention.
So the wealthy man had numerous affairs outside. The girl didn’t say anything, but her parents were very angry and demanded she get a divorce to avoid bringing shame to their family. The girl obediently divorced and was told by her parents to mingle with single elites to catch another wealthy husband.
She obediently moved among rich men, feeling like she was being tortured on a hot iron plate, suffering immensely. But she couldn’t bear to break her parents’ hearts and became quiet, standing alone by the window, gazing outside in a daze.
One day, the sky was overcast. Her parents sent her to meet a divorced tycoon. For some reason, she didn’t take the car and walked slowly on the street. On the way, she saw the poor boy. He was holding the hand of a pregnant woman, chatting and laughing as they passed by her. He didn’t glance at her, focused entirely on the woman beside him, his nervous demeanor making her eyes sting.
Suddenly, she cried, her heart overwhelmed with pain. She knew that the warmth of that season among the flowers would never return.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
