Every time I have hope in my heart, I carry countless good wishes in my heart, and there are many warm pictures I want to depict, but in the end, I either have "no time" or I am silent
It's like sailing in the open ocean, paddling hard all the way, looking forward to the land ahead, only to suddenly find that there are no islands on the horizon;
It's like when winter is approaching, the first snowflake quietly falls in the sky, it falls quietly, and gradually melts in the silence
I guess that's a sense of loss
How many times have I wanted to pour out my words and stories with great expectations, only to receive a cold response.
The emptiness that falls from the clouds is more painful than any blow.
Just like the leaves of a tree in late autumn, even if there is no urging of the wind, they will fall quietly and fall into an endless withered yellow.
I think this is loss, an endless sense of powerlessness.
If you like a person, you will probably click on his Weibo or circle of friends every day to read it.
For fear of missing any news he posted, I want to understand his emotions all the time, and I feel humbled when I look at my uncontrolled hands.
You silently watch him, quietly expecting a feeling that will not be reciprocated.
Knowing that it is difficult to cross the mountains, he still trekked all the way through the mountains and rivers and never stopped.
Loving someone and getting no response is like liking a book
At first, you were just greedy for the knowledge and wisdom in the book, and you were even willing to become a page in the book, as long as you could stay by its side, you would not hesitate to do so
However, as time goes by, you gradually discover that all understanding and perception are only your own, and it remains silent, neither sad nor joyful
And finally one day you understand that no matter how good this book is, it only carries the wisdom and emotions of others
And you're just a reader of it, a passing passerby
Loving someone and getting no response is like a night cat in an empty city.
staged the drama alone, the protagonist and the audience are themselves.
Thoughts are flying, but they are afraid of disturbing, afraid of silence, afraid of sinking into the sea.
The torment of waiting is the most helpless torture in the world.
Obsession needs to be put in the right place, first self-love, then love others.
The value of affection is in the right place.
May affection not be disappointed, and may you and I know how to cherish it.
Your enthusiasm for him, he has nothing to do with himself; Even the slightest indifference and alienation from you is enough to kill you and wear out the expectations and hopes in your heart.
In fact, you know better than anyone else that the other party's silence is rejection, perfunctory means not caring, and coldness is not loving.
Obviously his words are full of loopholes, but you still believe it.
I used to think that it was very difficult to admit that you love someone, because it means that you let go of your pride, spread your heart, and let the other person have the right to hurt you.
Later I learned that it's often even harder to admit that the person you love doesn't love you.
Because that means that all your affection may not be worth mentioning in the eyes of the other party.
My dear, love is the most beautiful miracle in the world, it can turn two strangers into the closest lovers.
In love, we learn to give, learn to cherish, and learn to grow.
May your love always be as beautiful and full of happiness as ever.
I often think, I'm already active enough, why don't you know how much I like you?
Later, I realized that you don't understand my feelings for you, you just can't make the response I want.
A relationship needs two people to operate together to be complete, and between us, it has always been just my love alone.
Therefore, no matter how much unwillingness there is, it will not help, and no matter how much reluctance there is, it is worthless.
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