A Narrowed Alley

How they met, and found love, or, was it, love, at all??? Translated…

Because of work, they’d often, bumped into one another in a small alley. And, after a while, something got started between the two of them. One day, it was raining, in order to let each other pass, they’d both, lifted up their umbrella high, but, instead, they were both, STUCK. From this day forward, they’d started dating, and, marched down the aisles together.

two people squeezing through a narrowed alley 的圖片結果not a good place to get STUCK in at all, photo from online…

After a few months’ worth of blissful life together, she’d slowly felt, that marriage had, become this cage, even more like that narrowed alley she couldn’t escape out of.

Look at how quickly the mindset changed? These two had, bumped into one another, in a narrowed alley (Which should’ve been taken, as a WARNING sign of how their marriage would work out at the end???), but, they fell for each other, and, ended up, deadlocked, in the ways, and now, the woman felt slowly, suffocated, to DEATH, because she’d, RAMMED into this narrowed alleyway of her own marriage, and this still just showed, how UNRELIABLE romance can be, when it comes to marriage!

About taurusingemini

All I have to say, I've already said it, and, let's just say, that I'm someone who's ENDURED through a TON of losses in my life, and I still made it to the very top of MY game here, TADA!!!
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