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When Love Becomes a Habit Wen / Princess Su

When she was newly married, she was still a clumsy cook. The first time she looked at him with her dishes, her eyes were full of eagerness for approval. He leaned down to sniff the aroma of the dish with a gentle face. Instead, she saw him frown slightly, "Did you put sesame oil in it?" He asked. "Yes!" She replied. "What? You don't like scented oil?" She pressed sensitively. "How so?" He said cheerfully, "I really like the smell of scented oil! But the condition of the family is poor, mom can't afford to use this, so I asked you!" "Oh!" She smiled in relief. The heart began to tenderly ache without the vicissitudes he had experienced in her years. Every time she cooks a dish, she gently dabs on a few drops of sesame sesame oil, and just in the faint fragrance, she sees his fatigue metamorphose into a gentle smile in the dishes she dares not praise.

The first New Year's Eve back at her mother-in-law's house, she put a light sesame oil in every dish, in accordance with his and her habits. With a bit of bragging rights, I told my mother-in-law about my success in making him gain nearly ten pounds of weight, and inadvertently mentioned that he originally liked the taste of sesame oil. My mother-in-law looked over her busy shoulder at her son with a slightly questioning glance, and when she looked up, she said lovingly, "Yes, he used to like the smell of sesame oil, too. But scented oil is expensive, and I'm very frugal with it!"

The days slipped by like water, uncountable days falling to a bland powder in the interplay of wood, rice, oil and salt. They argued as all couples do, fought, turned against each other, reconciled and then continued their weekly life under one roof. Each meal was still customarily dotted with a drop or two of sesame sesame oil, just fighting all the usual flow of years in the pervasive aroma.

Every time she travels, she always forgets to go to the location to bring back a bottle of small-ground sesame oil, carefully brought home. She smiled softly when she saw the tenderness in his eyes as he rummaged through his bag and took out the packaging of the oil.

Just in the day after day, year after year, she gray hair, and he was on the death bed by the doctor pronounced death sentence. She and he are very frankly accepted the fact that the children have their own wings, calmly holding hands through the years of wind and rain, they can finally before and after the peace of mind to close their very tired eyes.

Somewhere in the dusk, he actually woke up from a long day's sleep in a radiant manner, she understood that the last moment of his life still came. Holding her old companion's hand, she said softly, "Do you want to eat something? I'll go make it for you!" "Hand-rolled noodles! Quite a craving, suddenly!" There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes that broke her heart, as innocent as a gluttonous child, and both he and she understood in their hearts that it might be his last meal on earth.

Just as she almost pulled open the door to the hospital room and walked out, he called out to her hesitantly, "Old companion, can the hand-rolled noodles be made without sesame oil today?" She froze slightly, nodded and said, "Yes, I remember!"

Looking at the noodles tossing in the boiling water, she panicked in her mind, and habitually unconsciously sprinkled a drop of sesame oil when she took out the spoon, before suddenly remembering his instructions, and couldn't help but sigh with remorse, saying, "I'm really old, how come I can't remember this?" The muddy tears dripped inside the dough as they remixed the noodles.

Holding the hand-rolled noodles without the scented oil, he slowly walked down the stairs, but when he reached the bottom floor, he seemed to remember something, turned around and walked back. He served the noodles and brought them to him, picking up a thin, smooth, translucent one and bringing it to his lips, and when he saw him swallowing, he gently scooped up a spoonful of the noodle broth. But then she saw him frown slightly.

"What's wrong? Is it salty?" She scrambled down to taste the soup, but he smiled and said, "No, eat it later!" Then calling her name, he gestured for her to sit down on the edge of his bed. Slowly he said, "You know what? I have a secret then?" "What secret?" "Actually, ah, I've never liked the smell of scented oil. Because once I was naughty when I was little I poured all the bottles of scented oil in the house inside my stomach in a gulp, and I ended up tossing and turning for half the night, and since then I can't eat or smell scented oil anymore." He looked at her expression as she held back the tears in her eyes and said in a pretense of relief, "Old thing, lying to me all my life! But why didn't you tell me the first time?" He said, "I can still remember the look on your face, how young we were then!"

She slipped back tears, and he reached out to stroke her already gray hair. "After a lifetime of eating your cooking, and a lifetime of enduring the smell of perfumed oils I don't like, today I thought, let myself be true for once! But, old companion, I realize now that I've gotten used to that faint flavor, and it's really hard to swallow without it!" He laughed joyfully, his eyes still childlike in their innocence. She then slowly took out a small bottle from the plastic bag, opened it, and gently ordered a drop inside the noodle soup, in his astonished eyes. This is the reason why she re-folded and went home.

The faint fragrance of the fragrance is unstoppable to diffuse open all over the hospital room with antiseptic solution, she continued to feed him noodles. She did not tell him, in fact, when her mother-in-law was dying, she already knew the secret, but she has not said anything. Because she knew that love is a habit.

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When Love Becomes a Habit. I want to forget how hard it is. The pain of the past always reappeared inadvertently. I'm not sure if you're a good person or a good person. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I don't know. Will you also remember one day. I'm not sure if I'm the right person for you, but I think I'm the right person for you. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at you. Let me not be alone.

Maybe this is just a wish. But I can't stop thinking about it. Those common people won't let me be so attached. Why do you dream so much about a stranger like you? I miss you. Miss you. Hate you. Blame you ...... It makes me so excited that I can't speak. I can't control myself. But you don't seem to care about my behavior at all. You always leave without a trace. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at you. Without leaving a trace of space. I have no choice but to swallow it myself.

People say the only way to cure it is. Start a new relationship. But I don't know how long it will take. I don't know how long it will take for me to give myself the chance. Maybe learning to forget is the best solution. But I don't think it's fair to me or to anyone else. Because you're still deep in my heart. I can't get rid of you. Don't give me hope. Let me grow up in despair. And in despair learn to slow down. Recognize the need for love. Recognize the truth of love.

Yes, when love has become a habit. It's hard to change. ..... But life goes on. I'm still alone with my partner. I've been in this kind of love. I'm not sure when I'll be able to get out of the shadows. I'm not going to be able to get out of this one, but I'm going to be able to get out of it.

When love has become a habit Wen / LOVEIDID

Always like to late at night alone in front of the computer, playing Jacky Cheung's songs, holding a hot coffee, the combination of arrangement of those so-called lonely words, hope that they converge into a blend of my emotions. My friends say that my words are too sad, so people can't help but feel sad when they read them, which is completely at odds with my character. In fact, how do they know in the cheerful and lively appearance, that is the real venting of my heart, always want to find their deepest feelings in the text, but hopefully someone will be at a certain time and place with my feelings are connected.

These days he was away, out sketching, and communication has been broken since. Although the breakup has been a long time, the night before going to bed still habitually look at the phone there is no message from him, after that is lost to sleep, dream seems to see him laughing and scolded me "stupid treasure" bad look. These days without him began to think about the feelings between us, know three years, have long been accustomed to each other, love is no longer as fresh and exciting as in the beginning, love after the bland is so. Just we have exhausted the emotion and energy to have, but also no regrets to walk through this section together!

Between love and habit we should be more of a habit of choice, "Watery Years" in Liu Ruoying asked his father and mother's feelings are habit or love, the father replied: "is the habit of love". Habit will become love, love for a long time naturally become habit. Just when the love is not there, only habit when you will choose a new love or continue to smooth? Perhaps lovers endless love has long been included in the ordinary life of the little by little, warmth is also in, this is a down-to-earth love affair.

Sometimes want to banish their own emotions to have a new hopeless if not love, perhaps just to seek a piece of mind to make up for the emotional vacancies, even if it is a short-lived sad ending, perhaps such feelings do not matter too much emotional input, just a form of each other together and the process is just that it should be regarded as a kind of emotional decadence. Sometimes the fall is just a kind of indulgence of the mind, does not matter evil and good, more is the emotional comfort!

Once in love with each other will be with the passage of time and feelings fade, perhaps with the changes in space and distance, but can not be erased is once that strong love will always be in the heart! Because of love you and get used to love you, because of habit and more love you!

When love has become a habit Wen / Lonesome speechless

When love has become a habit

Valentine's Day, accompanied by a friend to go for a marriage license, a lot of people, they went to fill out the form to take pictures. I was on a lounge chair looking at the newspaper. The first thing I noticed was that a man and a woman came up to me and sat down.

It turned out that they sat down to write the divorce agreement, and the woman was counting the man's faults, and the man scolded the woman for her shamelessness and lack of respect for women's rights. The woman said that her mother-in-law had treated her unfairly. The man is trying to maintain his mother's dignity, and he is writing a rebuttal.

The man finally wrote a good agreement and showed it to the woman, who strongly demanded that the child be raised by her. The man also demanded that the child be raised by him. The man argues that the woman is not qualified to be a mother, and that she has no right to be a mother. The man said that the woman was not qualified to be a mother, and the woman said that the man was ashamed to be a father and could not fulfill the child's many demands. Learning from them that the child was only four years old, I lamented the fate of this child! To lose a mother's or father's love so early in life.

A drunk man came at this time, and hearing that they were going to divorce, he started molesting the woman. He wanted the woman to follow him, bragging about how rich he was and how much he loved the woman. A gust of alcohol came at the woman, and the man started to heckle and giggle. When the drunkard was about to take the woman in his arms, the man exploded and began to roar, raising his fist and slamming it into the drunkard. The two were about to wrestle when security came and dragged the drunk away. The man and woman sat there in silence, the man and woman not saying a word. They were both in deep thought at this point.

The man's cell phone rang, it was the child's grandmother called, said the child is sick, the man's horrified look, the woman put her ear to the side of the man's cell phone, the woman's tears fell. The man put away his cell phone, saw the woman there in tears, stood up and tore up the divorce papers. They walked out of the hall side by side.

May they have a good journey ahead of them! Be thankful for their children!

Truly, many love becomes a habit, it is difficult to change. Not to mention the fact that it is mixed with father's love, mother's love and other affection!

Friends got a marriage license, I wish them all the best!

When love has become a habit Wen / Waiting for the spoon

Love is a mysterious thing, the unchanging thesis, everyone has a spell. Discussing love between ordinary you and me is the person who goes hand in hand with you. Than grandpa small twenty pairs of grandma to grandpa's tame is love; decades of hidden and not hair mother to father's tolerance is love; the country has been united to the father of the country's respect is love; sash gradual broad end does not solve, for yi consume the people is more love in love. Like a kind of love, not instantaneous, not an outbreak, but the accumulation of little by little, day and night cultivation, fine water. However, such unconscious love ah, will always make people such as a slow reaction, was carnivorous dragon ate most of the tail before feeling the pain of the long-necked dragon. The fine management, companionship into a habit, so, can not see the shadow of love, only to know that, when everywhere and everything will think of the side of the person, and that person, is their own companion.

Because of love, many, many miracles have happened. Earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, fires,`````, people began to celebrate the magic of love, the greatness of love, love that incomparable power. But love, in fact, is divided into many kinds of. Love may only happen in that moment, perhaps engraved can be a lifetime, or even forever.

When love has become a habit, dear, you tell me, what else can I do?

When love has become a habit, darling, I only feel envious, I am jealous of the world's luckiest girl.

Young eyes were dazzled by a wisp of innocence, and from then on for fourteen years, the splendor of a hundred flowers could no longer be seen in the eyes. I believe in your love, but, your obsession can be so! In the far away heaven's plan, is not there today your unremitting? Are girls really that cute? You have to use your fists to defend your exclusive rights once and for all. Perhaps in that young crowd, her dazzle was incomparable, and I only tsked at your absolute act of repeating a year of school just so you could be in her company.

This night's long chat, convinced that such a kind of love. You don't need a promise, you don't need an alliance; but you always know that I will be your last line of defense, your harbor forever. So you go to your world of indulgence, time and time again away from me; so I watch you time and time again away from me, in your world so that I become a sad spectator.

How many times has this happened? He was helpless, he just laughed. His voice was full of repression and compromise when he spoke of her. It was she who had planted a compulsion in his heart, and this time, he still held his arms open for him. He said that as long as she was willing to return to him, he would still treat her as he did in the beginning. There is a thorn in the bottom of his heart! He sighed, that's not a thorn, that's a mole carved in his heart.

It's true that I'm a little jealous of the girl who has the same name as me.KEN is a very good man, in every way. And she has always had all of this man's favor and tolerance, and she can have the freedom to cast this favor aside again and again. And then I had the exasperation again. Cherish this love, how many people have pursued it for a lifetime or even a few lifetimes, and could not get the true love. If it is because of the same name that we are tied to the same man, then why can't we face and treat this man with the same state of mind.

KEN said in a soft, deep tone about the girl he has always wanted to have.KEN has his own insistence, his own opinion; only, in the face of her, everything has become empty.KEN said, there is no way, in the moment when he first saw her, he was completely melted by her, melted, and then can not be recovered, can not afford the tree. In this life, there will never be any one like her to let her unlimited tolerance and concessions. Occasionally there are good women around who make KEN's heart flutter slightly. Find one, get married, and all that will be out of your mind. Yes, marriage, marriage is sacred, I will absolutely be responsible for my marriage! Only by getting married will I be able to stop myself from drowning in the expectations and torment brought on by her over and over again.

KEN, I'll marry you, right?

Oh, yes! However, if you marry me, you can no longer be so smart and so open, and obediently stay at home and be my good wife and mother.

Good!

I've heard too many stories about KEN and his girl, and KEN says that my pen can't express his true helplessness, and that he is persistent, but for her, everything is different. Yeah, well, that's the story I'm writing about you and her! But I and she are not what you think, tolerance is not cowardice.

I know, you just love her!

Extreme excitement and extreme depression, I will be full of a glass of beer gulp down, the liquid cool, bitter, all of a sudden rushed from the esophagus into the stomach, gulp, gulp a burst of bubbles, satisfaction and pain hiccups on the indecent from my "lady" mouth out. If I had company, I could drink to my heart's content. Wine is strong, two cups down, a dizziness, vision has a moment of blurred. Rush to deep theater on a few breaths, and then a long exhale. Blush is the flower of wine; drunk, that is still a long, long time later.

KEN said he is not a drinker, two cups down. I laughed, I must find a chance to get you drunk once and then leave you on the side of the road, huh? He has a kind of childishness beyond his age, and occasional jokes and arguments to see him in a hurry, flustered, a more serious dilemma, really cute. It's just that, after all, men are men, and have carried with them a sense of manliness and egotism since time immemorial.KEN also admits that he is a very macho man.

Marriage is a life-long endeavor. I like Bai Juyi's song "Long Xiang Si": Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow, flow to the Guazhou ancient ferry. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this. I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I hate it for a long time, and I hate it until the time I come back. The moon is bright and the people are leaning on the building. In the game of love, women are easy to wait, waiting for easy to become a grudge, grudges will become a kind of style, a kind of art, a kind of weak water, waiting for you to scoop up the appearance of Chu Chu. In ancient times, in the active and passive choice, the man will always be on this shore, the woman will always be in the water side of the reed.

When love has become a habit, the past in the past and non-stop memories are hazy more beautiful and happy. Treading on the track of habit, passing not to that bone-deep love, I can only, in the pain of waiting for your return.

KEN, your love makes me unimaginable.

Perhaps, I will also fall in love with this man. You know, stories can be addictive, addictions can be addictive, and addictions are hard to quit. I haven't been able to find another feeling outside of jealousy and exasperation to interpret his girl. If the same is a cloud, she is a wandering cloud that floats with the wind; I, on the other hand, am a low, small, rain cloud stopped by a big mountain. I am like to rely on, like to be pampered; like a cat curled up in a solid, warm embrace, there is a pair of big hands from the top of my head to start, gently sliding to my waist, all the body's hair is soft and smooth, slightly close your eyes, to be able to laze around is the best and the most wonderful gift that you give me.

Love, has become a habit.

Habit, is stubborn, terrible.

Are you sure you still love her? I've always loved the old her, the one I couldn't look at sideways. Though, now, she has changed so, so much.

In my sighs, I have all the shawny flute tones in the world.

When love has become a habit, the most real, the most heartfelt, love, do not need too many words.