Sad prose essays read heartbreaking articles 1: repetition
Author: Zizhu volley
The cold night of the bottle is getting deeper and deeper. I have listened to May's Crying Sand for countless times. I only like listening to the lyrics because I don't know the melody! Want to share it with the store manager?
I don't remember the day when I chose to send you a message by SMS, but it took me a long time. Sending messages to you has become a habit of mine, just like browsing my circle of friends first thing in the morning!
No matter what the message sent to you is. Good or bad? I always wanted you to see it!
But now I won't guess and wonder if the manager can receive the message I gave you. Can you open it and see him?
Now for me: finally, all the messages sent in the past have become conversations between me and myself! Every day, I seem to tell myself a lot. I wonder if this habit is good or bad. Or mental illness? But I know that he has become the standard of my practice since then, and I will not give up my standard?
I don't want to get rid of this good habit or bad habit. Even if the love inside is unbearable, it is created with a sincere heart. I won't doubt whether I really love the wrong one. After all, I loved it and never regretted it!
I am a person who never hides my feelings, because I always think that there is nothing wrong with loving someone and there is no need to hide it! Love itself is a beautiful thing! Even if I made a mistake and put the manager's photo on the internet, it was because I had you in my heart, but the mistake was that I didn't consider the manager's feelings at that time!
Now I gradually understand that everything is a landscape, beautiful and charming! And I always sleep in a drunken dream because I don't want to wake up?
The night is already deep! Sleep here! I hope the manager has a good dream.
Sad Prose Reading Heartbreaking Part II: Dialogue with Yourself
Author: Zizhu volley
In the quiet night, I sit by the window alone and look up at the starry sky. I suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing across my cheeks, and I was huddled up with cold! It seems that winter has really come?
I sat on the balcony clutching my legs, thinking hard! Think about what I've been through along the way.
I have always considered myself a lucky person, and I will get some help from some noble people wherever I go. I am a lucky darling blessed by God, and I always think that the path I take is arranged by God! Because I am a person who believes in fate! I don't know who said that. God arranged for you to go to a place, which means you have someone you should know there! I always believe this sentence is true! I think I was always loved by God until one day he appeared in my life?
It was a hot summer, and just after May Day, a new manager was transferred to our store. I remember when I first met him, he was wearing a white short-sleeved suit and a pair of slim pants! The version looks particularly in line with his temperament! He doesn't have a wrinkle! Later, I learned that he was a child of 9 1! I am surprised! Because he speaks every word forcefully! I can't see the children after 90 at all! His expression attracted me deeply, and I began to pay attention to everything about him?
I dare not look at his deep eyes in the shop. I like listening to him sing, telling us everything he knows, and sharing his life feelings with us?
The year I worked with him was the happiest day of my life! But it didn't last long, and he was transferred at the end of the year. I was particularly sad when I heard that he was going to be transferred! But there is no way! In those days, I was like a lost soul, depressed for a long time! But in the end, I chose to tell him boldly, so I sent him a text message, and he didn't reply to me after I said everything I had to say! I don't know why he will pretend that nothing happened!
I know he is particularly outstanding, and there are many girls who admire him around, and I may be just one of them! After that, I also chose to leave my job and left that place!
But two years later, I met him again, and I confessed to him as before, but he still didn't say a word! But he deleted my WeChat and qq! I looked for him many times, hoping that he would add me, but he avoided me! Later, I finally waited downstairs for him to come out. He simply said: He won't add me to WeChat in the future. He said that if I had anything to call him, he would certainly help. I know he is perfunctory, but I still believe him foolishly! I saved his phone number!
Then I will send him a long or short message every sunny day, because he will always be like the warmest sun in my heart! I love him, and love has lost itself! I have never regretted it! Now I always send him messages in the form of short messages, but he never replies?
After a long time, sending him messages has become a habit of mine, just like the habit of always browsing his circle of friends? But I don't expect him to look or not. Can you receive the message I sent him? Finally, all the messages I sent in the past became conversations between myself and myself! Like you're telling yourself the truth every day?
Now I gradually understand that everything is beautiful, and there is no need for lust and entanglement! I just have to watch and appreciate it quietly, okay?
The night is already deep! Sleep here! I hope everything is all right with him!
Sad prose essay reading heartbreak article 3: I am willing to look at you from a distance like this.
Author: light sorrow grass shallow sorrow
Some people can't get out once they walk in. This sentence is also deeply touched by me since I met you.
I don't remember when I began to like you, and I don't know how long this love will last after that, 1 year, 10 years, or even longer, until the moment I stopped breathing. However, I know that I still like it deeply at the moment. I still remember the scene where I named you an alarm clock. You said: My surname is Zhong, alarm clock, and then I replied: I will call you alarm clock from now on. In this way, I deeply impressed you in my mind and can't erase you from now on. Can you believe it? I never chat with my family, let alone read the chat records. However, I won't miss every chat record of your family. I will read it one by one. I don't know why I did it, and I don't know what the significance is. Maybe I want to get to know your family in this way, maybe I want to know your recent situation, maybe I still have a little fantasy and hope in my heart, maybe I just want to try to see your every word to comfort myself. You are still with me, and you are used to deceiving yourself and paralyzing yourself in this way.
I still remember that afternoon, I was still paying attention to the chat dynamics of everyone in your family as always, and then suddenly a girl jumped out to say hello to your family. Then I took a closer look and realized that you had dragged this girl in. In this way, I can't help but open the girl's head and look at her content. Seriously, I also think that girl is pretty, smart and watery. Looking at her photos like that makes me want to get close to her, so everything I can guess should come true. After that, I just watched quietly and didn't say a word. I just looked at you quietly on the screen of my mobile phone, and then it popped up on the screen in two minutes. You have been removed from this group? Such gray news. However, from that day on, you suddenly let your family kick me out of the group. Although that finger is a little light, all of you are indifferent, but for me, it is like wearing a pair of dazzling pointed leather shoes and kicking the most harmful thing in my body, which makes me unable to breathe. Of course, it is this kind of pain that makes me instantly understand that everything before was a fantasy and a dream, and now I suddenly wake up from my dream. Just like a beautiful colorful bubble I made with soap, it was broken by your hand, and then there was nothing, no trace at all. The only thing I can have is the memory and pain I have been trying to create in my heart.
Last night, I cleaned up all the WeChat address books. I made up my mind not to delete you countless times, but I didn't get up the courage to delete you until three in the morning because of this. I am afraid that my world will never find you again, and I will never know what you are. I told myself, in fact, this is quite good. Although everything you have has nothing to do with me, as long as you can still see the news about you, even if you can still see you well across the world forever, it is quite good and a very happy thing. These two ideas have been entangled, and I still can't delete you later. I think maybe one day you will delete me from your address book, so wait until then. Even if it doesn't matter, I can understand. I wish I could call you an alarm clock in my life, but all this went up in smoke, which is completely impossible.
I think, maybe the only thing I can do now is: pay attention to every circle of friends you send silently, and then don't bother, smile and bless you!
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