The inner emotions are always hungry and thirsty, so they "surf" on the Internet.
In this real and virtual space, looking for feeding and pleasure, encountering passion and lies, perhaps when reality is no longer enough, we begin to fantasize, looking to the Internet for hungry love stories, or virtual or self-deception or playfulness or passion or half-truth or total devotion, like pilgrims or gamers, riding thin and stubborn warhorses, looking for dreamlike comfort, and indulging life seems to bloom in that moment.
Only bipedal オ is the most down-to-earth. But the network only has the illusion of flying, Qingqing I my happiness dissolves in the inner image.
Online dating is the world of "オ子佳人", more often rely on words to identify the true knowledge of the world, true feelings in the truth, so typing quickly proficient in the text of the "temperament of the person", more able to ride the internet ups and downs, humor, erudition, literary style, agility, deep affection, gentle and sad ... ...... ......
So we are engulfed in words, becoming naïve, silent and reverie, just as daydreams occupy space and daytime: we may be the protagonists of "first intimate contact", romantic, gentle and moving, long sightings on the computer, in fact, it is the breath of the deep inside, we forget reality in an instant - exhaustion, indifference and disillusionment. At this moment, the more beautiful the night, the more entangled by the dream moment, and forgotten by the moment. Virtual warmth and happiness from the eyes: flying in, flying out, eyebrow flying dance. When time wakes up, thoughts float out in an instant, beautiful, vicious or escaped.
I admit that online dating is alternative to a rebellion against tradition. I believe the web is the spring of love. That is to say, online dating is actually the epitome of the true inner, it is a lonely singing, it is another form of daydreaming, distance produces beauty and expectation, we just live in each other's imagination. Energy, time, money and feelings also bloom in the virtual and bright "elsewhere" at that moment.
At first you may have a playful and curious attitude, and you may not even believe that in this virtual and vast space you will walk through the real feelings of mind, not to mention the "life and death promise" that is intertwined.
But once you get caught up in it, I mean when you feel the truth, you don't see it as a game, but you long for sincerity, for infinity, for the palms of our outstretched palms to warm each other's hearts folded by reality, to warm the unspeakable loneliness, melancholy and sorrow. We face the screen day and night to talk about gossip and short, but we enjoy it; Constantly send WeChat and e-mail (even handwritten), talk to the phone or even meet up; So we envision images of love that we have never met; So the eyes that desire innocence are taken care of with the liver and gallbladder: so they encounter falsehood, warmth, betrayal and harm on the Internet, and even say that playing with others is also for others to play; So I deeply felt that from the other shore to the other shore, the dream flew in vain
A friend once said that she had experienced the tears of a breakup online, even crying on the phone - she was still amazed at the moment she cried, surprised that she was crazy at the time, but there was nowhere to escape that moment. Once the emotion hits the most tender and attached thing in the heart, the tears are the most sincere monologues, and the networm is interpreted as the "love obsession" of "self-harm", just like "hurt for love, incomparably beautiful", even if it is a moment. Perhaps, the Network is like the wind, the reality is cool to force love to wake up, and the daydreams on your hands are the only warmth of your world. Online, in virtual love, we live elsewhere!! (End)