When we were young, everything was new, fresh, and beautiful, including love. Then, when we were no longer young, we stopped asking each other that question, when each person's love story was tinged with a yellow, faded color. Some even sighed sadly: "Love? At a certain stage, love has nothing left to say, it is empty like a drain pipe. And then everything beautiful just slips away!"
It is strange that as society becomes more modern, the bond in love seems superficial. Maybe because we have countless things to choose from, instead of just one. When everything is developing rapidly, nothing is still exclusive, unique, absolute, including love and loyalty. Recently, I read a study showing that in recent years in Vietnam, on average, there are more than 600,000 divorces each year - a huge number. It has a negative impact on many young people of marriageable age. And around me, there are countless young single fathers and mothers happily living without being entangled in love.
So, how do they love each other out there in the world ?
That day, I saw him sitting in front of the grocery store, plucking his wife's itchy hair. I often stopped by to buy some miscellaneous things, and didn't pay much attention to the owner and his wife. Since I saw that "love-filled" scene, I paid more attention to them, and then was even more surprised to see them inseparable: picking up their grandchildren from school, going to the market, going to a coffee shop, going out to eat, going to the doctor... all in pairs, like newlyweds. When I asked, I found out that he was an engineer, still working; his wife was just a housewife and doing some side business. The two of them had two different positions but were still together after more than 30 years of marriage. If it wasn't for love, then what was it for?
What about young love? Not long ago, I read a touching love story: a young man spent 10 years of his youth taking care of his girlfriend who had cancer. They got married right in the hospital. The bride was radiant on the hospital bed with a wig covering her head...
Two small stories that haunt my mind, making me believe that no matter what the world is like, somewhere there are still people who are diligently learning how to love and practicing a simple yet surprisingly beautiful love.
Love is like a rose. The beautiful flower will not die if we are willing to plant it, care for it, and wait for it to bloom.
(*) Lyrics of the song Rose - composed by Phan Manh Quynh; performed by singer Ha Anh Tuan.
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/nhan-dam-the-gian-nay-khong-mat-di-hoa-hong-185250208193514122.htm
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