When many people are young, they like a person who has the attitude that I am willing to be an enemy of the world for you - as long as you give me a little warmth, I am willing to go to the soup for you, and there will be no regrets, although I have not regretted it.
At that time, when people were in love, they were deep in love, childish in love, no matter how much their friends around them persuaded them not to be moved, and they were willing to be enemies of the world for you and me. But this kind of love often only touched myself and hurt others, and I was so crazy in middle school, and I was also obsessed with a boy: he was extremely talented in learning, and when he woke up, he solved the problems that had plagued me for a long time; he did not smile, just a glance made me collapse; he was quick in thinking, and he could understand the minds of others with just one thought. However, it is such a person who understands the minds of others at a glance, but he does not recognize my impending love and ignores me; such a person who does not smile also has a smile on other girls, and is soft and soft for the beauty; such a person with extremely high learning talent cannot answer the simple choice question of "is it good to be my boyfriend", and will only escape.
I watched him frantically flee my world, and at that moment I understood that my friend's exhortation was correct, even if I could muster up the courage to be an enemy of the world. Love is never something that one person can decide, nor is one person able to control. I loved him deeply, but he didn't love me; after this was known to my friends, they frantically dissed the boy, and after that I never saw the stars in his eyes again, and I could only see indifference and disdain in his eyes.
I didn't understand why I loved him so much, but I saw him treat me like this, until when i confessed to me in college, a boy I didn't like but was still a good person: after the young love, we are too harsh on the response of the beloved to meet our expectations, but what is wrong with the beloved? Everyone has the right to choose what they love, they just don't like you. Love is sinless, and no love is sinless.