You never know how much you love someone until you see them love someone else.

We met each other, perhaps it was fate. I still remember the moment I started talking and asked for her contact information. At that time, she was working as a temporary worker for the company. At that time, it was the night shift. I saw her wearing a black t-shirt with a white long blouse sitting on a row of chairs outside the factory waiting for roll call to work the night shift. I saw her sitting in the innermost row of the factory. I went up and started talking and greeted her. The moment I talked to her, I realized that she had something very special that I had never felt from anyone else but her. At that time, I asked for her contact information. I liked her at first sight. She had short hair and a slightly chubby figure, but she was my type. "short and chubby like a baby." She had smooth white skin and looked very attractive. From that day on, every day I went to work and passed by her place, I teased her "I like to tease others" and she smiled, she had a very beautiful smile. At that time, although we had each other's contact information, we rarely talked to each other because I was too lazy to text other people.

A week later, I no longer saw her working at that company. I texted and asked her, she told me that she went home and no longer worked there. I asked her why, she said she went home to work and did not go down to work at that company anymore.

At that time, although we did not talk much to each other, I felt a sense of loss and a feeling of losing something.

After knowing that she had gone home to work and did not go down to work at that company anymore, from then on, I started texting and talking to her more. After a month, I went to her house to play "with her cousin and her husband. She was working at the same company as me at that time"

I still remember the first time I went to her house was also on my birthday....to be continued