They met in 10, fell in love in 13, and lived together for one year in 15. They are close friends who have known each other for 9 years (lovers can also be friends). My little sister is a sick little sister. When she died, she could not be rescued in time because of lung disease and respiratory failure, and a young life fell like this.
Because of the woman's physical reasons, his parents disagreed. He said that he wanted to wait for the girl to get better and her parents would allow them to get married again so that they could be happy together. He said that even if his parents objected, even if they had no children at that time, he didn't find a new girlfriend. But in this way, he still lost her.
After a few words, he said that his eyes hurt and his heart was empty. Now he doesn't want to talk about it. I cared a few words to give him a rest. After all, people have gone, and I can't help them. Then I also fell into depression. My brother asked me what is death? I want to answer "it's just that a part of my heart was dug out, which hurts, hurts for a while, and is empty." Then I thought about it and told him that you would never see that person again, and everything about that person was becoming a memory.
I once had a crush on a boy, and the image he left me was excellent, considerate and charming. Secret love is really painful and will make you humble to the soil.
He is my classmate in senior three. Once he changed his seat and became my deskmate at the back table. The classroom in senior three is very crowded. I sat on the side near the wall. His legs are very long. . I accidentally step on him every time I go out. I am helpless, too. At that time, all I wanted to do was study hard in senior three and go to college, so I probably just said I was sorry. Finally, once I didn't squeeze out quickly, he sat there and waited for a while and looked at me and said, you look like our math teacher! I think the math teacher is so beautiful and I am so ugly. ) Then I was embarrassed to squeeze out and walked away.
I really noticed that he was attracted to him in a class poetry reading contest. He won the first prize and I won the first prize. His complete recitation of the death of Shang Yang was really great. He studied broadcasting and hosting. Since then, I have been curious about him and want to know who he is. Later, I gave gifts to each other on my birthday, and he gave me a horn comb. I didn't know why someone sent me a comb at that time, so I looked it up on the Internet and it startled me. Later, I asked him, and he said that he just bought a souvenir when he was traveling, and he didn't know what gift to give and didn't wrap it, so I didn't mind. Oh, that's it. I'm a little disappointed, but I'm glad he gave me a gift.
As an art student, I almost didn't stay in school in senior three, and we didn't talk until after graduation. Because I quarreled with my father that year, I went to work in Guangdong on the second day of the college entrance examination. He chatted with me along the way, and we talked about many topics. I gradually feel that I really like him, and I chose a major similar to him when I volunteered. I was so happy when I learned that the distance between the two schools was only a few minutes. He also said that he would come to see me. But he didn't come once, and I, although I went several times, didn't contact him to say that I came. Is it because girls are shy? At that time, I felt that I was too poor, nothing special, and I didn't deserve him. I want to confess to him after the postgraduate entrance examination. In the meantime, I hinted that I would also give you my soul. He politely refused. He said: his bottle is broken and there is no room for other souls. He said he was afraid of being hurt and desperate.
Later, I felt that my love troubled him and almost made him uneasy. After all, he never initiated the topic. I sent a few messages, and a bunch of messages may only get a few words or words. I know I can't torture myself. It took me a long time to convince myself to leave him. Finally, I decided to confess to him on my 19 birthday. No matter what the result is, it's a farewell to the feelings of 18-year-old girls.
Later, later, no later. On the eve of my birthday, I wrote everything I wanted to say and sent it to him, then deleted it. Delete all his information. When I wrote these words, I cried under the covers. I can hardly breathe when I think that he can't accept my confession. (it may also be covered with airtight. )
Later, I dreamed about him twice. Once, he was drunk and came to my school to find me. They looked at each other for a long time and were too emotional to speak. When he finally said "I regret it", I put my hand over his lips and replied "Let bygones be bygones", which means that you didn't cherish me at the beginning and we can't go back. Then I woke up crying. Another dream is that I added his friend again, and he was still so indifferent that he sent me a photo of his object without saying a few words. The manifesto with obvious meaning: "She is the most beautiful and lovely girl I have ever seen". I can't remember what I dreamed later, except that I woke up crying. Dreams about him are shattered.
Even if I didn't contact him later, I still have a good memory of him, because that relationship carried the best time of my 18 years old, which is my memory. I believe many people will also have an unforgettable first love, and many people feel that they will never be as simple and beautiful as they were then. Actually, it's not necessary I still believe in love, but I still don't believe that one day I will have my ideal love. Because it's too difficult. I am a timid person. I am very sensitive to emotions and feelings, and I am very insecure. The people I associate with in the future will definitely be very tired. In order not to hurt others and myself, I can't give myself up. Anyway, in addition to love, there are family and friendship to rely on!
Now there is hail outside the window, and the hail like fertilizer particles gradually turns the ground white. I have never experienced a close person, where will you go, but I was asked to do a question before: write down the people you think are the most important in your life, and then cross them out one by one. I was writing about myself, and I crossed myself out. I don't want to lose, and I don't want to face life and death, but in fact you can't write it yourself. Many people cry when doing this problem, which is like telling you that you will lose your father or mother or your brothers and sisters forever next time.
It is difficult for people to face unexpected things at once. Just thinking about the important person I will lose, my heart hurts so much that I can't breathe!
Suddenly I thought of my mother, and then I sent her a message asking if she had an umbrella and how she came back. Suddenly I felt that I should care about and love her. Although she just dyed her hair a few days ago, it can't hide that she is a middle-aged woman. I've always been presumptuous because my mother is here. She washes and cooks, wakes us up and urges us to do our homework. I greedily enjoyed her love and support. I thought I was independent enough, I thought I was strong, but I couldn't imagine leaving her forever.
She used to knit me a flowered skirt, buy me a flute, braid my hair, buy me a fairy tale book, fry my eggs and buy me a birthday present ... I am not a loveless girl! Later, there were many children at home, and because my father was strict, I was stubborn and independent since I was a child, never spoiled and never caused trouble, but I didn't know how to be good to others, because I was always trying to be myself, afraid to touch the rules of adults, afraid to annoy others, and afraid of being accused of being hurt. I always feel that adults are busy with their own affairs and other children. I shouldn't make a fuss and gradually forget that I am also the one who is taken care of.
How nice! I recall the good times again. How nice! I still have time to learn how to love.
Is it only when people really experience something that they can understand its importance? I don't know how that friend spent the first few days of losing his girlfriend, nor how he will spend the future of losing someone important in his life. I hope he can face the reality and seriously think about his future life. He can miss her all his life and remember her tenderness and beauty, but he can also look for and love another beautiful girl with his heart.
I think, maybe he won't fall in love again, but if he falls in love again, he will cherish that girl more, because he lost it painfully, and he will be more mature and know how to care for his beloved girl.
I am a person who loves life, but I always want to live to my thirties and commit suicide, because there are too many elements and I am afraid of getting old? Afraid of getting sick? Afraid of being down and out? Afraid of incompetence and wasting resources? Afraid of ugliness? Greed? I'm really not sure, I'm not sure whether this idea will change in the future, and I'm not sure which fuse crushed my nerves in the end.
I refuse to fall in love because of my own ideas. Although I have expectations, I am afraid of delaying other people's lives and I don't want to owe others. Whenever grandma talks about not marrying too far in the future, I will shirk saying that I don't want to get married in the future. She said that only fools would say that. There are so many unpredictable things, who knows, move on slowly, the world is so big, I still want to see more!
Cherish the present, cherish the present, because tomorrow and accidents are really unpredictable.