Loving a Wrong Person
I felt extremely tired and I thought I should put down the sentiment, for I was very painful and riddled. There was nothing wrong with loving a person, but I had fallen in love with a wrong person and loved him in a wrong time. He was twelve years older than me. I hated why my mother had not born me thirty five years ago. He was an ordinary worker in an electric brushless motors factory for nineteen years and had a complete family. His wife loved him very much, but he did not love her so much. Although he did not love her very much, he could not abandon her, after all, he was a responsible man and he had to live with her in his whole lifetime. I rode my brushless dc motor electric car to his office one Sunday. He said that he knew I loved him very much and he also loved me, but he could not divorce his wife. He persuaded me not to be obsessed with him that much. I left there on my small brushless motor electric car sadly. Indeed, it was unrealistic to for me to marry him.
