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We are lovers.

# Relationship narrative

At the age of 28, I went to a shopping mall because my friend had a shop there a few times, but one day... while walking to the bathroom, I had to walk through a cell phone store, and the heart was struck by lightning. ⚡

I made eye contact with the shopkeeper...

In his head immediately rang out like a spell, and the guy looked before he left his eyes, but believe me? I felt a love and bond with him that I had never been with anyone before.

I hurried back to tell my friend that I met a man who made a terrible heart shake in front of the bathroom, but he laughed so funny that a few days later, when I went back again... that I realized that he was a "friend of a friend," the world was so partisan. 🍀

From that day on... I found opportunities to go to the mall more often, and he really started flirting with me, and my friends got married and stopped doing it, and I even decided to rent a new opening room at the mall to be around the pounding guy.

Tell me... I'm very strong. 😅

Then one day he had to go to work in China. That year was 2002. I can tell you that going to China is not as easy as today. There is no Internet. There is no information.

But I, who was so crazy about love, decided...

✈ïļ Buy a plane ticket.

📄 do visa

💰 Exchange Chinese money.

And then flew after him without thinking anything!

The only thing he told me was

"Get off the airport and take the 5th bus to the Lido Hotel."

Okay, that's what the data is. 😂

But when I got to the Chinese airport... the problem came.

All buses do not have international numbers. 🚍

I was confused for a while, trying to ask anyone, no one spoke English. After a full hour, I wanted to cry a lot because there was no Chinese SIM, I couldn't speak Chinese, I couldn't listen to Chinese.

Finally... like a merciful paradise. 🌟

I met a man who spoke English. He took me on the fifth bus.

And my Chinese adventure... has only just begun. 💕

After I got to China Airport at noon, it took me hours of misery to find the fifth bus he said. 🚍ðŸ’Ļ

I couldn't ask anyone because no one could speak English, and my heart was discouraged... but there was hope all the time until, like a merciful sky, someone came to my rescue, so I got on the bus along the route I said.

Time goes on and on...

From noon until 5: 00 p.m., until I reach my destination, and finally... meet the man in my heart along this journey. 💕

Since then, we've always been together...

To this day, when I was 54, the love of that day remained, and still warm, never changed. âœĻ

Maybe... love starts with a "single stroke" that changes our whole lives forever. 💖

# Love # Memories # Tell a love story # Lemon 8 Diary

2025/9/9 Edited to

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