He was so gentle to you. He enriches your emotional resume. The joy he brings to you is far greater than the sorrow. No matter how bad he is, after all, you loved him wholeheartedly.
You did have a sweet and profound time. You are dating under the stars, holding hands, not remembering where you came from, because you want to live this life sincerely. You keep making phone calls, text messages, QQ, Email, and MSN every day without missing any media or platform. You just want to hear more of what the other person says and know more about the other person.
You guys love it, love it very much. I wish I could spend every second together. When you sleep, you rest on his arm, and when you wake up, you stare at his unshaven and green chin. You acted coquettishly, holding his neck and swinging on the swing. You acted coquettishly and wrapped your legs around his waist with a slight jump, hanging on him.
You said, kiss me.
You said, you want me.
So there is no wine, but you are drunk.
You are willing to wash his socks and iron clothes for him. Make soup by hand. With all the lights on, you stood on the balcony waiting for him to come home from get off work. Joy spreads, and you feel that there is someone in this world that you can't let go of. It's so good. You said, my dear, don't change your name in the next life, that way it will be easier for me to find you.
You are so enthusiastic, eager, and impulsive that you are eager to give him all the beautiful things, as long as you have them, as long as he wants them.
But you forgot, my dear, you gave it to him, where can he pretend to be? Can he let it go?
He is still an ordinary man after all. He has the advantages that other men have, and he also has many shortcomings that other men have. If you love too much, it will crush him. Don't love him so much, don't love him so much. But you can't control yourself.
When you are deeply in love, you are lonely. You are obviously with him, but you are still not sure that all he is thinking about is you. He was talking and laughing with other women, and your heart began to feel a little cold. Because those smiles and eyes were once exclusive to you. You start to have insomnia, and worry about every little thing.
You start looking through his call records, looking for clues as to why he came home late. You bother yourself, you ask for trouble, and you are finally defeated by yourself.
He no longer cares that you have no appetite, no longer worries that you have something on your mind, no longer worries that your rent is not enough, and no longer worries that you are sick because you are caught in the rain. The phone you talked to him about countless love words never rang again.
When the love is strong, the love turns weak. You tempted him, you pestered him, you tried to hold him back, and you finally forced him to tell you he was sorry in person.
The next sentence is to break up.
The next stop is goodbye.
He said let's break up. Tell me a reason. He said if you really want it, I'll make one up for you.
So you cried. Your tears can no longer burn his heart. He looked at you expressionlessly and said I'm leaving. Finally he gradually disappeared from your sight.
You collapse instantly. This time, you know, he meant it. You know, you finally lost him.
What happens next? Either you think hard about his badness, his ruthlessness, his lack of hygiene, he grits his teeth while sleeping, snores and talks in his sleep, he has no interest, he likes to run red lights when driving and likes to use curse words when talking, he never introduces you to his friends and family, he is a liar and a love interest, he takes you to heaven and pushes you to hell.
Either you try hard to remember his good qualities. Although we are no longer strangers, he was once so gentle to you. He enriches your emotional resume. The joy he brings to you is far greater than the sorrow. No matter how bad he is, after all, you have loved him wholeheartedly, and there is always something good about him. Just treat him as an old friend, a buddy, and a passerby. Can't you even tolerate a passerby?
Love is not a homework assignment written incorrectly with a pencil. You can erase it all with a piece of leather. Who did he fall in love with, and what kind of night he spent with whom, these have nothing to do with you, you know? From now on, if the gas at home is gone, the light bulbs are broken, the computer is infected with poison, you forget to turn off the faucet, you catch a cold or have a fever, don't let him know about these things. How can you trouble someone who doesn't love you?
Love you well and don't make him worry, worry or worry, that is the best ending to this relationship.
