Can't say how much I love you, I just want to give you the best in my life, my love, don't want anything in return, just hope that the most loved you, healthy and happy.
In my heart, only by giving wholeheartedly can I love you these three words, so I am willing to do my best for you, as long as you need, even if it is my life, I will not hesitate.
Ignorant of me, I only think about how to be good to you, but I have never thought of cheap love, and I have made you proud to the point of crooked thoughts.
Perhaps, the days when clothes come to reach out and open your mouth are too plain to satisfy your vain heart, or maybe the outside world is too wonderful for you to hold on to yourself for a while.
In short, you are no longer the same you you were before, always want to pick my faults, I can feel that you are thinking of others in your heart, want to get rid of my restlessness, even fidgeting, gritting your teeth, but unfortunately, you racked your brains but could not find my fault.
I never dream that loving you will become a big problem for your confidants and a burden for you.
You're upset because you can't find a reason to leave me. Because I love you, my heart has been hesitating in the middle of the retreat, and our relationship is deadlocked.
I used to think that love is not afraid of much, but I didn't expect that it was wrong to treat you as fate.
If you can not like to speak bluntly, then my departure will naturally be decisive, but the reality is so hypocritical.
You who split your legs have to put on a very unjust posture and shout in front of me, you want to exhaust my patience and make me willing to admit defeat.
I understand your mind, but out of reluctance, I can't do it when I break it.
There was a moment in my life, I wanted to fight with you to break the net, but because my heart was too painful, I chose to give up.
I thought I would let you go, but the truth is that I fulfilled you, but I never let myself go.
The long night, I stood in front of the window, tears like rain, I thought about the days together over and over again, thinking about all the things I had done for you, and my heart ached like a knife.
I don't regret meeting you, but I can't give a reasonable account to the blood-dripping heart.
If it is not wrong not to love, then ask, is it wrong to be delusional?
Love you, it is not me who climbs high, it is you who take the initiative first, it is you who swear to heaven that you will treat me well.
I knew that love was a trap, even if I borrowed my guts, I didn't dare to go near you, I knew that love was so luxurious, how could I expect to have it.
Loving you has become my sin, but what is wrong with me?
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