I used to think that it didn't matter what. As long as you give up first, you won't get hurt and your heart won't hurt.
When you want to give up, think about what you're here for
I'm jealous of every insignificant person around you, who can see you so easily.
Greet gently and blend all your wishes. A faint blessing, pouring infinite true feelings. Just one message, quietly fill the screen.
It was you who disturbed my dreams, and it was you who gave me half a lifetime of desolation. It was you who made me lovesick and hurt, and it was you who made me have no good solution.The time of embracing each other, strange to the noisy desolation of the city. The days of holding hands, don't look at those heart-wrenching wounds.
I asked myself if I liked her
My answer is: I like it.
I thought about it and found that I couldn't answer the question. I thought back to the bits and pieces of our time, it was me who chased her, and I was the one who took the initiative.
I took the initiative to invite her to dinner, to her performances, and to exhibitions. Invite her to the playground and take the initiative to think about various programs and activities, I can't think of any other initiatives.
Because there were so many times, I can't remember what kind of initiative she had. Because the number of times is so small, I don't even remember if she did it.
I've given her gifts on birthdays, flowers on holidays, and fun companions on business trips. I usually give surprise gifts, we have gone shopping together, and there is a cabinet in her house that I have given things.
And looking around my house, there are things from friends and colleagues, but I can't find a single thing she sent. Something that reminds me of her, and suddenly feels ridiculous.There was only one piece of clothing, which I bought for myself when I bought something for her, and I barely thought about it.
I took the initiative to chat and try to get to know her. Know what she likes to eat, what colors she likes, and what she likes to buy.
However, I can't be sure if she knew about me, including chatting. I can't even remember a time when she took the initiative to talk to me, and I would share with her what I liked, what I thought was interesting. I can't really remember her.
The first time I fell in love with her was when I went out to play and was stimulated by my boss. At that time, as a man, I thought that if I forget it, it will be more expensive.
After all, she is by her side, so she must maintain her demeanor and not directly benchmark her strength with the boss. As a result, I didn't expect her to stand up and reason with the boss, and I felt quite warm at the time.
There was a girl who stood up for me, and I loved her smile, but I didn't like her clothes and height.
If you think about it, none of this has changed, her advantages are still there, but I have changed.
If there were 100 steps between me and her, now I took 90 steps to her, and I couldn't finish the last 10 steps at this time.
I couldn't do it, I was scared. In relationships, men will also be afraid.
Actually, my bravery comes from the support of girls.
What am I afraid of?
I am also confused about this relationship road, all of which is completed by me, is it what I want?
The last 10 steps should be for her to walk towards me, and I used the first 90 steps to prove my heart to her. But when I was confused and scared, I also hoped that she could use it, and the last 10 steps proved to me that she had a heart.
Unfortunately, she didn't, and she was still waiting for me at the finish line. I saw that she didn't move, and slowly I started to retreat. The distance between us has also changed from the last 10 steps to 20 steps, 30 steps, 40 steps, ......
Actually, I'm not that great, and the reason why I'm good to her is very simple, that is, I hope she will be as good as me, which is probably called treating others with myself.In essence, it's for my own good, and I'm also a selfish person.
That's my story, and then hers.
That's right, after we were separated for more than a month, we got in touch again because of some coincidence.
I give everything I have to the older leftover women, why do I just live with myself?
Love emotional analysis, with his own life experience, interpret the code of love. A freelance writer born in the 80s who is keen on emotional writing.