The most touching story in the world about love ?

When I was 5 years old, I said I love you.

You tilt your head, blink your big crystal eyes, and ask me suspiciously:"What does that mean? "

When I was 15 years old, I said I love you.

Your face is as red as a burning cloud, and your head is deep in the bottom, fiddling with the hem of your garment. You seem to be laughing.

When I was 20 years old, I said I love you.

You rested your head on my shoulder and wrapped your arms around me tightly, like I was going to disappear in the next second.

When I was 25 years old, I said I love you.

Putting breakfast on the table, he ran over and scratched my nose and said:"Got it! It's time to get up, lazy worm! "

When I was 30 years old, I said I love you.

You laugh and say:"If you really love me, don't run around from work, and don't forget the food I asked you to buy! "

How long does it take for a tear to be released freely?

When I was 40 years old, I said I love you.

You muttered expressionlessly as you cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks:"Alright, alright. Go and review your child's homework. "

When I was 50 years old, I said I love you.

You don't lift your head while you're furry:"Really?.Do you wish I had died sooner? "

And then he giggled and laughed.

When I was 60 years old, I said I love you.

You laughed and slapped me in the slap :"Dead old man! The grandsons are so old, and they are still poor! "

When I was 70 years old, we sat in a rocking chair, wearing reading glasses, admiring the love letter I gave you 50 years ago, and our wrinkled hands were clasped together, when I said I love you, and you looked at me affectionately, but in fact, your wrinkled face was still so beautiful.

The boiling water on the stove was gurgling, and the warm warmth filled the room.

When I was 80 years old, you said you loved me. I didn't say anything, because I was in tears.

But it was the happiest day of my life.

Because you finally said that—I—love—you.

One day, the cup said to its master:"I'm lonely, I need water, give me some water. "The master said:

Well, with the water you want, aren't you lonely? "The cup said"I guess so.

So, the owner poured boiling water into the cup. The water was hot, and the cup felt like it was about to melt, and the cup thought, this is the power of love. Then, the water warmed up, and the cup felt very comfortable, and the cup thought, this is what life feels like.

Later, the water became cold, and the cup felt scared, and he didn't know what he was afraid of, and the cup thought, this is what it feels like to lose. Slowly, the water was cold, the cup was desperate, and the cup thought that this was fate"A masterpiece"bar. The cup said

Master, pour the water quickly, I don't need it. "But the host is not there. The cup felt like it was about to die, and the abominable water, cool, was in my heart, and I felt so sad.

The cup shook hard, and the water finally came out of the heart of the cup, and the cup was so happy, suddenly, the cup fell to the ground. The cup was broken, and before it died, it saw that there were traces of water in every place in its heart, and it knew that it loved water, and it loved water so much, but it could no longer put water in its heart. The cup cried, its tears dissolved with the water, and it wished to love the water again with its last strength.

Love is often cherished only after experiencing pain, and it is always regretted when it is irretrievable.