There is a kind of affectionate love, destined to be a lifelong concern
People who make people worry about their lives must have an extraordinary past.
Was that past a joy or a pain? Is it joy and sorrow or helplessness? Others don't know, outsiders don't know, only they know best.
But one thing is for sure, acquaintance is not easy, you need to cherish it.
Cherished, worked hard, still can not be exchanged for a happy ending, then we must understand that in this world, not all beginnings, have a perfect ending, not all love can be satisfactory.
Encounter is fate, and ending is fate.
No matter what words you have said, what promises you have made, what vows you have made, don't take them too seriously, and don't put them in your heart and hold on to them, and you can't live with yourself.
Because in this world, the gathering and dispersion between people has long been doomed in the dark. Even if the beauty of the past becomes the most beautiful and unforgettable scenery in life, don't deliberately miss it.
Even if the person is out of your sight, don't deliberately mention it.
Some people may say: The past that is deeply rooted in the heart, even if it is not intentional or deliberate, will also be involuntarily remembered.
For example: standing in the crowded street, seeing a back similar to yours, knowing that it is not, or will go up to see the end, and then silently say in your heart, I love you so much, where are you? I miss you so much, why don't you appear in my sight?
Although the past cannot be traced, no one has ever entered my heart again.
Because I already have a you in my heart, even if you are not by my side, my heart still loves you and thinks of you.
I often hug you tenderly in my dreams, and when I wake up, I write about lovesickness and loneliness, but unfortunately, you can't see it again.
It's not that you've stepped out of the world of red dust, it's that you've gone to the ends of the earth.
Time is like water, I can only release the feelings hidden in my heart on the tip of the pen, and show them one by one on the plain notes.
A tender feeling, a touch, a love, an unforgettable heart, a deeply loved you, has become a throbbing and emotional sustenance hidden in my heart.
There is a kind of love, destined to be a lifetime of worry, when worried about you, always worried about your warmth and cold.
There was a thought, a thought that moved as if you were right next to me, and when I held out my hands, I couldn't touch even the sleeves of your sleeves except the cold air.
The love is shallow, and once parted, I haven't seen her for a long time. I wonder if you are safe at the end of the world?
On the other side of you, there is a heart that always cares for you, there is a me, always miss you.
Maybe you can't remember my name, maybe you have long forgotten me, whether you can remember it or forget it, you are the most beautiful encounter in my life, the deepest concern in my life.
When I met you at that time, I thought you would not leave, who knew that you would go and never return, but what I was left with was the thoughts that spilled all over the place.
Thinking of you, over and over again, the romance of holding hands, the whispers of the moon before the flower, and your intoxicating face, such as out-of-print movies are always staged in front of the eyes, bursts of joy, and bursts of sentimentality, stabbing the atrium, breaking the liver and intestines.
If you don't meet, how good it would be, if you don't meet, you won't have the thoughts after parting.
But I met you, fell in love with you, and missed you.
And still love so deeply, broken and broken incompletely.
It's not that I don't want to, but it's entangled, crisscrossing emotions that are hard to break.
Who wouldn't want to get rid of the torment of the pain of lovesickness and live a life of light wind and clouds if they could.
If you can, who doesn't want to live out their own self in a dashing way, no longer indulge in yesterday, no longer think about the past to start a new life, start a new feeling.
Can't forget, can't put down, that's no way to do it.
As people say, there is a kind of love in the world, destined not to be perfect, and those who leave can only miss it, and can no longer hold hands romantically.
Because of the obstacles of the red dust in the middle, and after parting, there is no going back to the past few years.