Many things, such as love, perhaps only experience, will let us know what is love, what is love, even if injured will be willing to it! Yeah, it's supposed to be like this.
Love is a wrestling race, a tug-of-war to persist or lose yourself.
At first, unconsciously, because you saw the beauty of each other, you could not help squatting down, or raising the tip of the corner, looking up at the sky with your lover from the same angle and experiencing a new world. Then you are surprised to find that your transformation, which was originally abhorrent and painful, is now gladly accepted, and what you originally avoided is now enjoyable. While you chant about love, you are also wary of fear that you will be assimilated, invaded, occupied, lost in the torrent of love, and you will not be able to find the appearance you were proud of.
Love then becomes a series of persistence and compromise process, from tastes, habits, preferences, to beliefs, ideas, values, whether to give in or stick to, has become the biggest issue. You are a person who enjoys building up the world with famous brands, but because of love, you are forced to become a bohemian in pursuit of spiritual happiness; you are a person who pursues absolute and pure perfectionism, but you try to forgive your lover's repeated betrayals because of love; you are a Christian who defends traditional morality, but you become a third party who destroys your family because of love. QQ log in the bargaining dispute, you see the maximum extent to which you are compressed and diluted by love, and at the same time, in the advance and retreat of defense or struggle, you can clearly see the most indispensable and inseparable essence within you. Maybe it's values, maybe freedom, maybe self-esteem, no power can make you give it up, not even love.
In the choice of giving up or saving, you complete a journey of self-exploration, see clearly the context of life, re-recognize yourself, and restore yourself.
So you finally made a choice, in order to preserve the integrity of yourself, proud as you would rather give up love, let everything return to the calm of the past, even if there is no love, at least you still have your own. What does Qzone look like in his original self? You actually feel strange. You think you are born to drink coffee, but you actually fall in love with the time you drink with your lover. You think you have always been a loyal opposition party, but in fact, you object to your lover's ridiculous fallacy. You can't help but catch the lover's fastidious eccentricities; when you hear similar arguments with lovers, you will scoff your nose very hard, and you are at a loss in the face of a personality similar to your lover.
After experiencing ecstasy and sadness in love, even if everything remains the same on the outside, how can a heart be the same? Moved, the scars are still there, the pain is still there, the memories are still there, perhaps with time sinking to the deep sea of silence, but as long as gently touch the heart can not heal the wound, still vaguely affected, reminding the traces of love.
When love passes through, we are no longer who we used to be, lose some, get some, remember some heavier, enrich our hearts, and become braver or more cowardly when we are faced with choices again. Those memories that have been loved, torn and struggled inevitably remain among lovers who have been in love and become a part of each other.
You gave up love in order to defend yourself, but because of love, you transformed into a different person.
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