Fate is over, cherish breaking up.
There is a bosom friend, who is very close to each other and conveys mutual understanding and cherish with words, gestures and eyes. Although they have the same heart and the same nostalgia, there is always a constraint in the world to calm the mind and make the feelings no longer linger, from emotion to ceremony. But you can still enjoy the rare warmth in the bright sunshine, and you can still feel tenderness when you wake up at midnight. It is at this moment when we have no chance to be affectionate that we deeply love the white clouds and blue sky in our lives.
Like is light love, love is deep love, and sometimes it is difficult to completely separate like and love. There is a kind of love that doesn't communicate with each other, and the wind and rain fall from the sky. You can forget each other in the Jianghu calmly. When you meet a gentleman, you can silently understand, deeply bless, wave your hand, let the spring grass continue, and your heart belongs.
Love is deep love, love is light love. That kind of love will make me feel a faint warmth in my heart, a kind of inexplicable touch, and let me inadvertently see another kind of tenderness in your eyes, where there is an oasis that makes me dream.
When I like you, I will look you in the eye and say I like you. I like being with you for a long time, but when I look back, I find that there is no way out. The days of meeting in spring are gone. The cloud that witnessed my favorite wind and rain has long gone silently. Your melancholy gaze always makes my heart beat. I know that even if I can still like it, your heart has already traveled far, but I didn't say it directly. I've always wanted to wait for you in my heart, waiting for you to turn around. It's not that I was born tolerant, but I can't forget that you turned around and left.
And when I deeply like it, it becomes a faint love, and finally it fades to the end. Water under the bridge, please go smartly, without any reason or excuse, not to mention my pain and sadness. Go, don't look back, take away all the joys and laughter that belong to you, and don't leave any memories. Although the boat in the heart lake is loaded with your concern and can't sail out of the sea of concern, I will still hold back my tears and it is not easy to get to know each other. Although, I will cherish this doomed breakup.
What kind of breakup is the best?
One morning when I was doing housework at home, someone knocked at the door and asked me to open the door. My cousin who is doing well in this city came in. At this time, his appearance startled me: my god, are you from hell? Or climb out of the ruins of the earthquake? Handsome cousin has changed shape. He sat on the sofa in the living room, rubbing his nose with his hand, and his eyes began to turn red. Cousin, I broke up with Miko. I've come to say goodbye and leave here. ? How come? You've been living together for a long time. Are you going to get married this year? Next, my heart recorded a sad and beautiful love ending:
I don't know when plum stopped clamoring for me to accompany her shopping, skating and watching movies, and went home without smiling and singing. I thought it was because she was under too much pressure at work and had a bad day. After all, she is the head of this department. If he doesn't say anything, he just doesn't want me to know, and I can't ask. He just took care of her more carefully, thinking that his daughter would be happy again in a few days. A few days passed, and Plum didn't change anything. I tried to make her happy and offered to go shopping with her and do what she liked. She mostly said that she was tired, sleepy and uninterested. Once, I managed to drag her into the street, but it hurt my heart. Usually when shopping, she always shouts around me like a happy bird to buy things and eat snacks, holding my hand and humming a tune, or putting my arms on my shoulders with both hands, looking intoxicated and charming. But that day, she always walked beside me silently, preoccupied and not interested in the things around her. I grabbed her hand, and before I could catch the heat, she gently took it back, and my hot hand was getting cold.
In the next few days, plum began to be in a daze and often began to be embarrassed. The company engages in activities? But when she came home late, she said she was tired and hurried to bed. I know she is not asleep, because no matter how late we arrive, she always leans on the bed and watches TV in my arms. She always likes to put her right hand across my chest and under my left armpit. These habits have all disappeared. Thinking of this, my scalp is numb, my hands are shaking, my heart is suffocating, I can't sleep, and smoke has become my snuggle. I seem to be afraid of a bad judgment, and finally I can't help it: Witch, what's wrong with you recently? No, it's nothing. Maybe, too busy at work. Me? I'll do the dishes? . After that day, she always rushed to wash clothes, wash dishes and wipe the floor, and I usually do these things because he works harder than me, because I love her, because I want to. Looking at Kim, my heart was bleeding, and my Kim changed. She began to talk to me with honorific words, although her voice was very low. Become strangers, although we have no quarrel and no conflict.
One night, I was awakened by a faint sob, and I didn't have a gold medal with me. I opened the bedroom door and saw her crying in the bathroom. He is so kind to me, how can I bear to say it? Don't do this. I feel terrible. Give me some more time and let me do something for him. I will feel at ease. You must wait for me. I love you. ?
I don't know how to get back to bed. I got into the quilt and cried. I lost my gold medal. I really lost my beloved gold medal. She is crying. He is crying for another man. All her changes are due to that man. I know how she feels at this moment. I know I can't keep my gold medal. What should I do? What do you expect me to do? The only thing I should do is to make Kim stop crying. I hope she is happy. So, for several days in a row, I sent a few disgusting messages to my mobile phone with a close colleague's mobile phone, deliberately went home late, and then invited this colleague to dinner and asked him to send me a few messages I had prepared in the middle of the night. On me? Sleep? The next night, when Mei Zi finished reading the message, Mei Zi didn't come back. On the third day, I handed in my resignation report and handed over my job. In the evening, Mei Zi still didn't come back. I stayed up all night. It's dawn. I packed my things and came to say goodbye to you.
My cousin left, and I didn't get up to see him off. I just sat in his story and cried. He asked me to have more contact with plums, saying that I would only ask about plums in the future.
Yes, what should we do when love is gone and irreparable? Is it noisy to hurt each other, entangle, or even become enemies, or leave quietly and let the other side pursue her (his) happiness peacefully? Letting go when love is not there also gives love a chance to survive.
I think, finally, Miko can relax with someone who is more suitable for her, without guilt and anxiety, and will restore her happiness. This is my cousin's idea, witch. I hope you can be happy, and you must be happy.
Breaking up is painful and cruel. I can deeply feel my cousin's pain, but my cousin's breakup is beautiful?
If you miss this life, whose time passed without waiting?
No matter how doggedly I waited, after Qian Fan, your figure still didn't appear. I can't reach you, it's too far. Text: Meng Yanyan shadow the moon.
What was our relationship in our last life? When we meet in this life, we always feel that the fate is not exhausted. We broke our hearts again and again, and wrote a melody called "Love" in our youth, with a smile on our eyebrows and a low head. Imagine us together, and you paint a blueprint for happiness for me. I love so much, I am so nervous, waiting for your answer, your hesitant look back, your indifferent eyes, let my strong heart wall collapse. I heard the cry of tears falling into my heart, and love ended before it started.
It was so dark at night that the banquet broke up and everyone went away. And you are in the crowd, I don't recognize you, and I can't meet you again. It turns out that we are just a little more familiar than strangers, that's all.
All I give is giving, I don't belong to you. I wrap myself in a transparent cocoon, and I think I can break it into a butterfly one day. Will you look at me again in front of you in another identity? I want to be a woman who fainted and rest in peace. For example, a lotus flower in the lotus pond quietly blooms in another way. Will I be a landscape in your eyes then?
I often step on delicate sadness, close my eyes and fall into the whirlpool of memories. I am a kite flying in your hand. You didn't think about taking it back when you didn't do it online. You only allow me to accompany you for a short happy time. From now on, I am just me, you are just you, and there will be no us.