When I first learned about love, I found that I met the right person at the wrong time. Yesterday I felt that we were all right. It was just not suitable for today. Understands understanding. Understands understanding. Understands tolerance. Understands the responsibility. It is the responsibility that both people must bear. Then try to fight for it. If it is only blindly complaining that love can only be a painful breakup, the pain is not good enough.
After meeting her, I thought the girl was cute, not very fond of talking (I later knew it was because of unfamiliarity) and dressed in a fashionable dress. It was clear she was not a rigid girl. From then on, my attention was completely put on this cute girl. From that day onwards, we often came out together and played with me. She and her sister were three people everywhere: watching movies. eating.
During leisure, I opened several magazines and my articles were all about love and hatred. Maybe a woman is really an animal that lives for feelings. Once rational, mature women fall into emotions, they lose their senses. A number of famous poems written by Duffy to call for freedom, after the use of many infatuated people, only the first two sentences remain: life is precious and love is even higher. Infatuation has evolved into a kind
Six years ago, she hosted a night-time hotline program on a radio station. The program had a nice name, Meet Meets Dawn. At that time, she was only 23 years old, young and beautiful, and she was very young. Every morning, she walked down the stone steps of the radio and then waited on the platform of the 28th bus. The first bus of the 28th bus always leaves at 6:30 in the morning. He chose a position in the back of her and he watched silently
Thinking about you can be cautious, it can be silent, it can be tortured, it can be helpless, it can be asking for pain, it can be incurable, it can be unequal, however, How can I not want you? ! Miss you, miss you, think of you who loved and did not make mistakes in the night when everyone was not a full moon. The fault is that we are only people, but we cannot live forever.
When my love story was bombarded with tears, my secret love quietly took place. Crush is beautiful and it is also very distressing. It is a lock. If there is no key to redemption, it can only be closed. Crush did not happen, a simple infatuated heart quietly waiting. Once the seeds of this crush are rooted, many factors in the external environment must germinate. But I can’t lick myself
There was a girl who was in love, and she was deeply hurt. She felt that the entire world had abandoned her and even thought of death. She vowed never to fall in love again. She told the boy about this news, and the boy started. Constantly comfort her and encourage her to make fun messages every day to make her happy and wish her good night every night. In this way, the girl gradually recovers from the pain and becomes as lively as it used to be.
She is always reluctant to give up her ideal of love. Until you do not believe in love. He seems to have exhausted all the passions and disappointments in my life. I lost most of my lover’s ability. Feel their own powerlessness. But can not give up on their own treasure. The beauty and loneliness in the depths of the soul. Always need a person to read. I think we finally no longer love. That's good. I
I dared to break up with courage. I know I will suffer a lot. There was too much confusion in my heart and I thought too much. Woke up the next day and thought that last night was a dream. Last night's message was not deleted, everything is so real. Suddenly my heart felt sour. Although reluctant, I have already let go. Men should take it up and down. I know there will be nostalgia in my heart and there will be if. However, this
One morning and winter morning two years ago, I received an unexpected newsletter. It was not surprising if someone else sent it. It was actually the person I was most afraid of sending me because he was very serious and the company didn’t have one. People are not afraid of him, but what he sent was one that I never dreamed about. The content of the newsletter I missed you. I dreamed about your simple words every night, but it made me blank.
The age of the flowers will soon pass. I want to start a new life and it is over. In fact, perhaps the past is already over. It's just that I'm too stubborn and always let it live in the bottom of my heart. And today. I really do not want to bind myself again. It's too early for me to forget. Maybe it was a beautiful mistake between you and me. I do not know what it left for you? For me. It
If one day I die, will you marry another woman again? I remember asking this on the first anniversary of my wedding with Jun. At that time, he was busy fighting the fresh fish in the pot and ignored me at all. what? Oh, maybe it! This must wait for you to die. what? I was angry and hugged him from behind him: Do you hate me so much? Jun laughs, turns on the fire and turns to hold me: silly girl
Once I thought that love was eternal. I used to think that love was sweet. Once I thought that love was permanent. I used to think that love is happy. I used to think that love was so happy that I thought I had love and I thought I had love. Can replace everything now I found that once thought that once thought it was all wrong to break up that day we lost love together forever
Because of love, it will not become an enemy; because of injury, it will not be a friend. If, in the past 500 times, the only way to pass this life in return for this life, it is already very happy to think about it – in fact, passing it is also a very deep fate. The Buddha said: Five hundred times of returning can only be passed in exchange for this life. One person can meet in one second, one person in one minute, one hour
It is you who let me taste the taste of love. Enjoy the happiness of you. You love the warmth of your back. I talk. We are not the same kind. You can't see my sadness. You can't read my heart. I just want to fly. Lightning or thunder, no matter if it's day or night, it really doesn't matter because I don't want to hurt or get hurt let me buried it
I thought that I could earn a sincere love. What I didn't want to hurt was myself. The happiness and expectation that I once had had just blown like sand blows. It just made my eyes hurt and my heart hurt. I thought that I could stay alone for those nights of loneliness and let each other's hearts rely on each other for warmth. I didn't think for a few days and it was over. Sometimes it's not clear, I can't figure it out.
I know that this question seems silly. A light drop, flowing over his face, often only in an instant. If those actors in the Qiongyao bittersweet scene, can burst into tears in a few seconds. Why do you ask, a tear, the time of falling? But I often feel that it takes a long time to shed a tear. The more people grow up, the more they become accustomed to suppressing their true feelings in the heart and stop crying in tears.
What is love? I didn't understand anything before, but I did love. I remember when I first met junior high school, I met a girl in an accident. The feeling was that I really wanted to miss her. Play together. I thought that it was love that we had gone through a year with the traction of letters. But I have never had any other memories. I haven’t crossed the trail in my hand and I haven’t walked across the street.
The New Year's bell just rang and New Year's call followed, a strange and familiar voice that made me see a long absence. A gentle greeting and a sincere blessing reminded me of the original swearings of eachother. I never remembered that we sailed to watch the magical scenery on the Lijiang River, we met the Flying Dance at the Mogao Grottoes, and we went to find Bailingzhi at the Changbai Mountain. In the desert we drink together
The dream has no excuse to go without saying letting go but does not want to leave you to the original is just a dream back in the eyes there is no longer a sense of innocentness never stay or maybe the bright sky never has yo but I walked lies decorated happiness I swallowed Under the salty tears, there is no promise that no words have been spoken