One glance, one article, one night…
A flower blooms in the soul at a glance, a text sets the mood, and a night becomes a home; flowers bloom in the eye, love in the text, and a family in the night.
At a glance, you recognized us in our previous lives. I had a reaction in my heart. The moment when my heart blossomed was really magical! You saw the smile on my face from my heart. I haven't smiled for a long time. You and I can make me happy to the extreme by looking at each other!
This life you attracted me with words, because the words in the words are all my appearance; you know me so well, I am surprised and happy, I did not think that you see me like a transparent person.
You know my character, you know my temper, you know my vulnerability, you know my strength. I know, no one understands me better than you, when I say that as long as you dare to tell your past I can understand you like you!
You and I from the beginning of each other questioned each other, to get used to each other's water and fire incompatibility; Later from your text that you so and I quarrel is to tease me. Only know that you hide the true self, every time when I lose my temper, you are more than anyone can not see me angry, but you only use silence to let me calm, I so scold you curse you, you will still come back to see me ask me, listen to my recent situation, you are so generous, you bear no one can stand the pain, I then have reflection on my words to hurt you, you are still willing to silently comment and quietly wait for me to tell you all about me.
You have been very serious or cautious interaction with me, maybe you have a purpose, maybe you like me and then fell in love with me, these I can imagine to.
You hid yourself seamlessly and didn't give me any information. Why are you treating me like this? I don't know, you know? Perhaps your words alert my heart, my heart so like the words you give me; especially those you love my words. I ask myself: Are there so few people who say that? Why do your words appeal to my heart? Why don't I care what other people say? I'm grilling myself. He's hiding so much. Who knows what else he's hiding? He was so unreliable, always mysterious, disappearing from time to time, greeting me from time to time, and telling me that he wasn't the one I was talking to…
What's he doing? What does he want? He doesn't care about me. Why is he doing this to me? Could it be that he liked this kind of game? I was just his puppet. He remembered to play it for a while. When he was bored, he put it aside. Maybe he didn't only have one puppet. Maybe there were many more! How boring?!
But I am good one day, but also considerate to others sent a text message that does not look at; think about it all feel angry. After a few days of calm found a kind of feeling of being played, hate yourself so cowardly, hate yourself so kind, hate yourself no bottom line, hate yourself no dignity; more hate yourself no backbone.
For love caught a cold people do not know, for love caught a cold people do not chu. What a fool!? Such is the punishment of impulsiveness, and such is the ignorance of folly.
A voice laughed. Isn't reading people's hearts your specialty? See, he's just as good at using it as you are, giving it his best play. Admirable, right? Have to say that he is passive, then do not connive, with his tricks alienated, with his strengths to supplement their shortcomings; learn to point is also progress! Now that we've met, let's fight! To distinguish between them, to recognize them clearly, to distinguish between them, to determine their position, to make clear their personal feelings.
He sighed and held his breath. After saying so much, could there be a misunderstanding? Could it be his own mistake to feel this place? What did I do to him? How did all my texts and articles affect him? What's the point? You don't know? So the above is a bit paranoid, why not consider the problem comprehensively? If this goes on, it'll be over before it's even ready! But, but me, but what me? Think about your behavior! Torture your conscience? Sigh…
After all, it's all suspicion and confusion. He'll make me understand. One day the truth will come out. Yeah, well, one day it'll all come out.
Now, don't think about anything, wait for his call and pick up your own arrival. If he doesn't want it, he'll tell you. It's a minimum of human interaction...
Waiting for your arrival, waiting for your explanation, waiting for your explanation, waiting for you I think of you like this, do you feel a little inappropriate? You... Tell me what I can share, share and resist together. I want you to say it! You are the will of my life. I accept everything with pleasure. No matter how good or bad you are, I accept everything in your past! Believe me, though I complain and nag, I will take on all my personal challenges. Don't worry about opening up to me, okay? I hope you understand that I mean what I say, and let me experience cracking you okay?
The seed of love has already blossomed in my heart. Why hesitate about its fruit?
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