When you understand love, that is, when you are hurt

People only know how to love after being injured, cherish only after losing, and know helplessness only when they give up.

People's growth is always in the midst of setbacks, do not understand what love is, is not necessarily a bad thing, understand that later may be more annoyed, more tired of the world.

True love is everywhere, don't be afraid to get hurt, no matter how many times you fail, your true love is waiting for you.

Love is when he is around, he is the only one in his eyes, and when he is away, everything has his shadow.

Love is in a lonely night, missing comes like a flood, holding a book in his hand, but can not read it, thinking about whether he is still working overtime, eating dinner or not, thinking about himself as much as he thinks of him.

Love is the hope that he is in step with himself and connected with him. A joke he says unintentionally can make him feel depressed and even burst into tears. In front of him, he is unguarded.

Love is wanting to be with him wherever you go. You can stand by the sea and call him on your cell phone and let him listen to the sound of the waves. You can also stand still for a long time because you see a figure that looks like him on a street in a foreign land.

Love was when he told him to fill his backpack with clothes and food before he went on a business trip, waited for the train to leave at the station, and prayed for his safe return every day after he left.

Love is when aggrieved, crawls on his chest and cries bitterly, without camouflage or worry, telling him all his troubles and longing for comfort from his arms.

Love is taking half a day to cook a few good dishes and watching him eat; it is constantly adding hot water to his coffee cup in the cold winter; it is walking with him in the street and letting him hold his hand tightly; it is sitting quietly beside him and happily watching him concentrate on his work in front of the computer.

Love is listening to him tell the funny stories of his childhood, and then smile, and feel more pity for the man who used to be so naughty.

Love is to see him in the hallway, with an expression of indifference on his face, but carefully feel the trembling air around him as he passes by, so he can't help looking back.

Love is a game that can not afford to lose. After paying all, what may be left is only a scar engraved in the bottom of my heart.

Love is obviously inseparable from him, but have to give him up, because he wants happiness, maybe I can not give. Dare not occupy him, hope to see him find happiness, even if that happiness is not shared with me.

Love is that you want to share it with him at any time. When you are happy, you even want to give him all your happiness.

How much you pay for love, you have to ask how much you love him and how true you love him. If your love is unforgettable and irreparable, it probably doesn't care how much you pay in the process of love. No matter how much you give, you will not care too much, because you will think it is worth it. If you question your giving and realize that your giving should be measured by a yardstick, can you say that you have begun to waver in love and begin to doubt whether your giving is proportional to the return?

In fact, no matter how much we pay, it may be impossible to get back a true and strong love, but when love comes to us, we often pay for it all the time, and we are so immersed in happiness that we forget and don't care how much we pay for love.

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