What is the difference between an 18-year-old love and a 28-year-old marriage? The transition from dream to reality

About love

When I was 18 years old, one sentence I liked you might not be able to say for a long time; 28 years old, we can even open our mouths to say that I love you, so what?

At the age of 18, we believed that as long as there is love, we can win together; at the age of 28, we believe that material security is more secure.

The 18-year-old air is filled with the hormones of youth. I am delighted by the glance when I do exercises and happy because my homework is close together. Hidden in the bed secretly texting, looking at every word he wrote, as if love was hidden between the lines, thinking that this would be forever. At the age of 28, I can't finish the class. What I care about is no longer the lover's text messages, but the credit card repayment information.

About understanding

When he was 18 years old, he always wanted to go through his space, his circle of friends, and talk about him like reading comprehension, analyzing sentence by sentence, as if it would be closer to him. At 28 years old, all kinds of routines are already familiar to me. Instead of wasting time to get to know him, I pay more attention to looks. I don’t know my type at first.

At the age of 18, I always feel that there is still a lot of time to fall in love. I always feel that the days are still long, but what we left behind are all regrets. At the age of 28, we know how to cherish the people in front of us and understand the comings and goings of life. It is best now .

About a broken love

18 years old, I lost love. I felt that I was about to die. I couldn’t survive without him. I was crying and the world was falling apart. I wish the whole world knew that you were sad. I cried for one night at 28, and went to work as usual the next day. No longer love, but understand that there are other things besides love.

He left at the age of 18 and always tried his best to keep him, even if he was hysterical and scarred, he would not hesitate, thinking that as long as he was willing to wait, he would always look back; at 28 years old, he never asked if you had any Loved me and never waited for him to come back, because I understood that only by being better can I attract better people.

18-year-old us, simple and lovely, the love at that time was simply loving you. It was the heat of getting along day and night, the closeness within reach, and the repeatedly confirmed heart. At the age of 28, we are more willing to believe in money, mobile phones, and bank cards. No matter how good he is, he is not as reliable as himself.