We often hear women say, 'I love him because he is really good to me...' This sentence doesn't seem wrong at all: 'He is so good to me, and when I catch a cold, he will ride his bike across most of the city to deliver medicine to me.'; If I lost my mobile phone, he would buy me a new one without saying anything, and would rather eat Mantou with pickles every day; I called him in the middle of the night recklessly, and he insisted on coaxing me to sleep no matter how tired or sleepy he was... How could I not love such a man?
Should she love him because he is so kind to her? If the answer is yes, then for a man, as long as he is so kind to a woman, who else can the woman love besides him?
But is that the truth? The essence of love is to compare who is better to whom?
Obviously not.
There will always be such a foreseeable day in the future: when you catch a cold, he will no longer come all the way to deliver medicine to you, but will tell you to go see a doctor yourself; If you lose your phone, he will still buy you a new one without saying a word, because at this point, this money is not even in his eyes; If you call him in the middle of the night and ask him to calm you down, you will find that he never opens his phone again in the middle of the night
The only constant in this world is change, and no one will be good to anyone for a lifetime. Therefore, if you think he is good to you, you should love him, and the result must be your sorrow.
Pleasing her before hunting her is a trick that men will never give up, and a trap that women will never escape.
Because once that woman gets used to your kindness towards her, she can no longer do without you. She has become a prey in your hands. As for whether you will abandon the prey you have, it all depends on your mood.
After talking so much, it's actually useless. Countless women are still moved by men's kindness towards them, and men are still giving so much and eventually getting tired of abandoning them to find their next goal. Therefore, there are always so many sad women and so many heartless men in the world.
Now there is a new question, if a man is so kind to a woman and she shouldn't love him, who should she love? If treating her well doesn't count as loving her, then what is love?
My friend gave a pretty good answer: love is the conquest between two people, and only through conquest can a lasting love be maintained.
That is to say, each other must have the most unique thing to make them like, otherwise everyone in the world is different. Why does love happen to you and him?
He is good to you, another person can be better to you, and the other person can also be better to you. How can you easily fall in love with him because of such a characteristic that can be replaced at any time? How could love be so cheap?
Here is a novel by Milan Kunder, titled "Living Elsewhere". The poet's male protagonist in it had the condition to fall in love with a beautiful woman, but he chose a less beautiful red haired girl. The girl felt deeply inferior and felt that he was not worthy of him, I really don't know what you have in mind about me. There are so many beautiful girls around you, "he replied." Your breasts are small, underdeveloped, and have large and wrinkled nipples, which only arouse pity rather than enthusiasm. Your face is freckled, your hair is red, and your figure is very thin. These are all reasons why I love you. "The red haired girl burst into tears. I love you, so I know every weakness of you better than you do. Of course, I love your strengths even more.
Unfortunately, most women would not understand such profound love. They often get lost in the sweet words of men, lost in the vanity of vows, unable to see the true nature of love.
Sometimes love is beautiful, and sometimes love is also very realistic.
I think the truly mature love is: you have a cold, if I am by your side, I will take good care of you. If I am far away from you, I will instruct you to go to see a doctor instead of looking at you recklessly. It's not that I don't care about you, but because it's just a cold, we all need to learn to take care of ourselves when the other person is not around;
Your phone is lost. If I don't have money, I'll give it to you. I'll use my old phone myself. It's not that I'm reluctant to spend money for you, but that I want to make better plans for our future. If I have money, I won't hesitate to buy you a new phone. When I don't have money, I care about your mood, and when I have money, I also care about your mood; You call me in the middle of the night, and even if I'm tired, I'll try my best to make you sleep. But sometimes I also tell you in advance that I can't call because there's something important tomorrow
I won't be reckless towards you, but you will always be the person I have given the most in my life.
So, what kind of person will have mature love? What kind of men and women would know that when they meet, they should love each other, be compatible with each other when they get along, miss each other when they are apart, and rely on each other when they are together?
Men and women in the world of mortals are too complex, and there is basically no answer to this question. But it reminds me of some things I've seen before.
There is an ancient saying that boys are poor and girls are rich. The meaning is that boys should not provide them with too good a growth environment. They should let them endure hardships, be wronged, and experience hardships. Only in this way can they grow up to understand resilience, learn to be strong, understand responsibility, and stand on their own. Girls, on the other hand, should be pampered and pampered like princesses even if their conditions are poor. Only when they grow up can they understand self-esteem and self-love, have immunity to love from others, understand the pride of being a woman, and be able to distinguish the happiness they truly want. They will not be easily tempted by others' kindness towards them, and will not be easily hurt by love. If the opposite is true, with boys being wealthy and girls being poor, the outcome can already be imagined.