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Is it love rat who has been in love many times?
Now in this emotionless society, I feel more and more single. It seems that everyone's trust in emotions is really low. What is love rat and love rat? Sometimes this judgment is particularly ridiculous. People who have dated more than three boyfriends and girlfriends will label you as love rat love rat. Obviously, I don't have a fixed boyfriend and girlfriend every day, and I proudly advertise that I am single. I have been in love many times, but I never feel like a scum. On the contrary, I am proud. In the face of every relationship, I have seriously paid my heart.

Let's start with 0.9 ex-boyfriend. In junior high school, the girl in front chased him. I deliver books to Hongyan every day, and I feel that he is not good anywhere. But strangely, after getting along with him for a long time, I found him very attractive. Maybe I was fascinated by his singing at that time, and I still find his singing particularly attractive today. Stranger still, that girl took the initiative to pull us together.

Teenage adolescence is relatively simple. Every day after school, two people are together. He rides my bike and goes online together. There is always a part where the other person goes shopping and is ambiguous in the name of a friend, but he has never even said love, but I really like him for three years. In today's words, he is really a love rat, and he and I are determined to continue this relationship and not delay chasing other girls. I was still very sorry for him. They were like lovers who had broken up for a while. The turning point is the summer vacation after the senior high school entrance examination. He contacted me through a good friend of ours to save the deadlock with me. It was at that time that I felt I had to learn to let him go. I just caught up with a sports major who was chasing me. I felt good about him, so I went out with him.

My brother in the physical education department is my real first. His height 185, handsome and gentle. It's a pity that it won't be long before he goes to college in a different place, so they don't break up quietly without saying goodbye. He held hands for the first time, hugged for the first time, and kissed for the first time, just like the song Later, as light as a gardenia. Therefore, I liked the first one silently for three years, and he never responded seriously, only 0.9, but fortunately, the first one has let me out of the time he lost.

The second boyfriend is a rascal man, with a poor face value. He is really unattractive except that he is hopelessly handsome. In fact, I am the kind of girl who looks ordinary. I didn't expect to make a high-value boyfriend like him. In fact, he saw it at a glance. One winter, it was snowing, and he appeared at the gate of our school wearing a red coat with shiny snowflakes on his eyelashes. At that moment, I envied the girl who was talking to him, just like the story in the novel. We still have an intersection. What I didn't expect was that he chased me. On the day I was with him, my sky was full of stars. He held my hand and put it in it all summer. It seems regrettable to break up with him after several years, but it is also lucky. There are too many girls around him. Ordinary people like me will feel particularly insecure and inexplicably inferior. In fact, I am a very confident and proud Leo, but I have no confidence in him. He happens to be a cold Capricorn man. Both of them are domineering and stubborn, and neither of them will be convinced. In a live connection many years later, he said that it was really only me around him at that time. If only we were not so stubborn. I turned off the video and burst into tears in an instant. Unfortunately, I didn't meet him at the right age. My feelings for him are actually attached to my pounding self, and there will be no such throbbing in the days to come.

In the two years after I broke up with the rascal, the boy who chased me never stopped, and I refused, mainly because I couldn't let him go. During this period, my emotional counselor turned out to be 0.9, and at this time we have become friends who talk about everything. I also worked as a counselor to help him chase girls. My feelings for him for three years have disappeared without a trace. Both of them are too familiar with each other, and they will also attend the gathering of friends circle under the false identities of boyfriend and girlfriend.

The third boyfriend had no problem except cheating on me before breaking up. He is really the most attentive and has the longest front. Senior three, life has entered the most important stage, and I have never thought about accepting new feelings. I met him through online chat. At that time, he was wearing a red coat of a ruffian man, barely paying attention to him, chatting and leaving his number. He called me for at least half an hour every day, sometimes two hours, until we were in love for a year. Although in a city, it is not easy to meet once. It takes him nearly three hours to see me every time. If I take two days off every month, we can only stay together for one day. I didn't feel too excited about him at first, but he was really sweet to me and his voice was super nice. Besides, 183 people have long legs. Under his sugar-coated cannonball, I decided to forget the past completely and start over. We didn't spend much time together, but it was sweet. I said it for the first time. But it was the one who called me baby on the phone every day, the one who betrayed our love meanly. After entering the university, I finally had enough time to get along with him. He suddenly lost contact after my holiday on November 1. I was worried to death all October. We are in a different place, thousands of miles away, and I am afraid of his accident. However, when I contacted him again, he told me that there was another girl. He is very entangled and doesn't want to give up. I can accept that. But at least be honest. I'm worried because I'm a two-faced person, or I went to see him in his city, and he kissed me and didn't say he wanted to stay, so we broke up.

In the two years after I broke up with this love rat, my college life was decadent. Busy eating and drinking every day, made many friends, but no boyfriend. I have no hope for my feelings at all. Obviously, every time I take them seriously, my heart is broken. How can I believe in love? During this period, some boys chased me, but I seem to be really used to a person's freedom and don't expect to meet love. Every time I go home on holiday, I can still be with my 0.9-year-old child. He criticized me for dressing like a devil or gave me a life lesson. I resisted his dogma and chose a bunch of songs for him to sing one by one. The two of us often go crazy in ktv all afternoon. When I went home on holiday in the pain of lovelorn love, he sang with me on a scooter and ate and drank together like we did in junior high school. The difference is that I am no longer shy about him, because we are too familiar with him, and I am no longer ignorant.

I thought I would never meet love again, but love came like a tornado. I met my current husband a year before I graduated from college. He is a man completely beyond my theoretical scope. He is seven years older than me, with a low altitude, but he is very handsome, with a low education level and poor family conditions. He can't use rhetoric, but he speaks with practical actions. Maybe I never dreamed that the reality gap would be so big before, but it was this unknown probability that made me believe in love again.

I have been in love with my husband for 5 years, but I have no choice but to break up for some practical reasons, but what about him? As soon as I reached out, I bravely took it. With him, there is no heartache, no sweet words, just indifferent and serious treatment of every day. From everyone's opposition to the envy of a family of three, from one city to another, from nothing to having his own small family, he really paid a lot for me and this family. Our feelings have always been like this, not strong, but always warm. I feel very lucky. I have been in love many times, cheated and betrayed, but I still met the right person at the right time, re-believed in love and gained my own love.

In those days when my husband and I broke up in love, the first person to comfort me turned out to be the second rascal. At two o'clock in the morning, he drove around half the city to meet me at the train station, took me to dinner and told me his cold jokes, so that I could respect my feelings, think seriously and educate me like my predecessors. After that, we never met again, separated by thousands of miles, and each had its own happy family. Occasionally chat on WeChat, without disturbing each other.

I have lived in my second hometown all these years and seldom go back to my hometown. I haven't seen you for years, and I also exchange greetings on my birthday, but I'm sorry.

Although I have been in love many times, I have taken every relationship seriously, disappointed and hesitated. But love itself is very strange. If I take it seriously, I won't have it easily. I can't judge me as love rat just because I have been in love many times, and deprive me of my right to happiness at will.