I met my first lover when I was traveling. After a night of lingering, I was intoxicated with the romantic memories of that night.

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"I set up a shop in a small county to do business. Half a month ago, the supplier invited me to travel abroad because our business is not bad. Every year, the supplier will send us to travel. I am a very traditional woman. After getting married, I have been very dull, getting married, having children, and trying to run my family and career well. This is my first time to go abroad. I stayed at the Shanghai Hotel on the fifth day after getting off the plane and prepared to fly back the next morning. All this seems very dull. I don't plan to upload some photos to QQ when traveling, because I seldom use QQ, so I don't pay attention to the information inside. I didn't return to the hotel from the airport until 9 o'clock in the evening, went out to eat with everyone, and opened QQ when I was bored. I suddenly found out that he sent a message in the morning asking me if I was in Shanghai and why I came to Shanghai.

He is my first love, but I have only met him twice. Eight years ago, his family urged him to get married, and so did mine. A relative introduced us. At that time, we were both working in Guangdong, but not in the same city, so it was logical to contact him. He worked from the basic level to the middle level in the steel plant. Although we sometimes play QQ videos or send messages by phone, he works more hours, and his monthly salary is still relatively high. I can understand the hardships. He is very good. In this unhurried two-month contact, I have always liked him and hope to receive his news or phone calls every day. Soon my company organized a trip to Xiamen, and I was very happy when I arrived in Xiamen, because I remember he said he had been to Xiamen, so I called him at that time. It took him a long time to answer the phone, and he forgot what he said at that time, except that he seemed sleepy and still sleeping, and then he probably said that he was getting married, and we were a little far away, which was inappropriate. Although the call lasted only a minute or two, my mind went blank after the call. I don't know what he is saying, and I can't accept it. I thought I'd meet again in my hometown in two months, and maybe I'd get married. I was disappointed at this point, and later I sent him two messages, but all the messages he replied were like friends, and I didn't confirm whether he was married or not. But I thought it was unacceptable for him to get married, so I cut off all his contact information except QQ.

I was surprised how he knew I was in Shanghai, so I asked him. He said he saw my ticket information. He also came to Shanghai on business to talk about the project, so he talked for half an hour. He asked me to send him the map information and took me out for a walk, so I sent it to him. He really came to pick me up.

I saw him for the first time when I walked to the door of the hotel. Although he is fat, we seem to have met an old friend. He said that the first time he came to Shanghai, he would take me to the Bund to see the night scene, otherwise he would have come to Shanghai for nothing. After a short drive, we talked about everything from traveling abroad to working and living now. After parking, we walked down. He tried to hold my hand, but I shrank back. At the first traffic light intersection, he decisively took my hand and crossed the road. His hands are warm, and I feel hot all over in an instant. It's 12 at night. There are few people on the Bund, standing on the Bund to see the Oriental Pearl. He stood behind me holding me and stroking my hair, which suddenly made me feel in love again. Such an encounter is unimaginable. I told him: I never thought we would meet again. He said yes, and he didn't say either. In this way, we walked hand in hand on the Bund for more than two hours. The weather is not very good. There is orange haze and occasional light rain. He's cute. He was afraid that I would put on his coat for me. He stopped for a while, hugged me quietly, stroked my hair, kissed me and took some night photos. I said to him, why do you think this is like a dream? Am I dreaming? How much I liked you at that time, you said you were getting married. I spent months telling myself not to miss you, and then I found someone to get married on a blind date. His answer: at that time, I felt that we were a little far away and had many difficulties together. My family urged me to get married. Later, I met a woman at home who was also urging me to get a marriage certificate within five days and then go to work. Because there is no emotional foundation, I have been married.

Tired of walking, he still held my hand tightly, and we seemed to be ten years younger like lovers in love. I suggested that I go back to rest and fly back tomorrow morning, so he drove me back. Few cars are listening to music on the brightly lit road. He drove with one hand and held my hand tightly with the other, as if afraid that I would leave. When I arrived at the hotel and entered the room, he kissed me, and the more we kissed, the more lingering we became. I admit that I am an unromantic person in life, but I am looking forward to romance, but today he makes me as happy as the heroine on TV. I said: I have to go, whether your marriage is happy now or not, but I hope you can be happy in the future. Today is a dream. Before the words were finished, he kissed me again and said, let's make this dream more beautiful. So he started kissing my ears, neck and touching my body. I can't breathe. I'm afraid we won't be able to hold it. I pushed him away and said to him, no, we can't cross the line. We still have our own home. I don't want to be sorry for them. But the more he kissed me, the more he said, don't say sorry. No one is sorry for anyone. It's rare to get drunk several times in life. I am enough. In this way, we had a relationship, and climax after climax made me feel the beauty of sex.

I have been home for two days, but I can't calm down. I always thought that only my husband would be my sexual partner in my life, but now I have sex with him. As soon as I calm down, I will see a picture of him in my mind, and I can't forget the romantic time that night. What do you suggest I do? "

My analysis: we must make up our minds to completely separate. No matter whether the first lover has become Zhu Shazhi in his heart, no matter how many tears and pains he has experienced, after years of elutriation, he should leave a beautiful memory. It was a slightly youthful memory, and its original purity and beauty were incomparable to all his later emotional experiences. But this is just a memory, and the facts are not necessarily as beautiful as memories. If you are really married, it will not be as beautiful as you think, and you will also face daily necessities and quarrels, perhaps not as good as your current partner. What is missed is not the most suitable, and the most suitable will not be missed. The experience of first love is doubly sweet, because most of it ends without results. Since it is a dream, let it go. It will always be a memory. Although the first love is beautiful, if it is always ambiguous, it will hurt two families and turn into poppies. Facing your first lover, if you still love him, don't bother him. Let him live a quiet and happy life is the greatest love for him, and you cherish the people by your bed and the happiness you have, which is also the greatest love for yourself.