loving

 　　I happened to watch a TV series, and one line in it resonated deeply with me: "You've always loved, while I've always hated." The tolerant and magnanimous stepmother faced all her experiences with forgiveness and love, while the birth mother turned against everyone around her with resentment towards the world. The outcome was predictable. I think if we could face all our encounters with a forgiving and kind heart, we would be peaceful and gentle.

　　For many years, whether in my youthful school days or in my relationships with family and neighbors, I've always considered myself kind. But I know I'm still far from the kind I define. Although I'm eager to help others in need and can be hurt by others' tragic experiences, I can still be narrow-minded. When my best friend has another best friend, I feel sad that she's no longer just my friend. This emotional flaw was fully exposed when I met the one I love.

　　Our relationship used to be wonderful. I was cheerful and positive, and he was steady and mature. I didn't interfere with his work, and he didn't intrude on my personal space. But as time went on, I became increasingly childishly dependent, suspicious of who he was with, and unhappy whenever I saw him working with other girls. Then I would deliberately provoke him, and when he didn't bother arguing, I would get even angrier, feeling he didn't care about me. We would end up saying hurtful things, time and time again. In his eyes, I was no longer the innocent and kind girl he once was; I had many emotional outbursts. Later, we had a serious talk, and he said, "Let's stop like this, okay? I want us to be happy together." Before, I would have thought, "If you can't even tolerate my flaws, you have to like both my good and bad. If that's the case, then goodbye." But this time, I saw his tired yet sincere eyes. I love this man so much, and he loves me too. Life is so short; why should we hurt each other?

　　In my reflection, especially after reading some books and encountering this sentence, my entire nervous system was instantly illuminated. Love—if our world consisted only of love, and we viewed every encounter as positive, how abundant our lives would be! Every day would be filled with bright joy, and we would interact with those around us in a friendly manner. From then on, whether he worked with female colleagues or was too busy to consider me, I wouldn't hold a grudge. I admired his dedication to his work. From the moment I decided to deeply love him, I should fully trust him, believe in myself, and give him space.

　　Before considering anything, I try to approach it with a positive, loving mindset. It might take a few more minutes to eliminate any lingering negative thoughts, but I'm trying, and a cheerful, open-minded girl is smiling and beckoning to me!

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