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True liking is never just talking| Cheng Yi
Some people stay up late to wait for a message;
Some people wait for a friend application;
Some people wait for that familiar sentence.
What about you, what are you waiting for?
I don't know when it started, many people are used to dealing with daytime thoughts at night.
"In? I miss you so much."
The girls who live in their hearts are always careful to knock their thoughts on the screen.
One second, one minute, ten minutes...
Waiting makes thoughts more and more rampant.
Then the screen lit up and the girls' hopes were rekindled.
I want to talk to him about the world, share the moonlight, talk about tomorrow, and share the world.
But, you know what?
Night will open the curtain of longing, and when the sensibility is magnified, the illusion is also frequently generated.
The biggest illusion is that you think:
"He, like me."
The lyrics read:
"Missing is a disease that cannot be cured for a long time."
Especially at midnight, that's when you're most sick.
It's easy to fall in love with someone across the screen, and even a simple goodnight is reminiscent.
The ambiguity between those words and the emotions that flow between characters make it difficult for people to distinguish whether the other party is true or false.
Moonlight is deceptive.
It wasn't until you were stupid that you realized it was a yellow sorghum dream.
A few months ago, my friend Peach told me that she had fallen in love with a guy.
Peach is an introverted and quiet girl, this is the first time she talks about Feng Yue and says she likes it.
There was joy at the corners of her eyes, and it turned out that the eyes of someone who loved someone would really have light.
The boys would chat with her every day, and from late at night until dawn, they had endless topics to talk about.
Even a tree on the side of the street can talk about half a night without rest.
Gradually, Peaches got used to the company of boys and began to fantasize about a better life in the future.
However, the boy never confessed, nor did he ever say a word of liking.
Peach asked me:
"You say he likes me?" I think it's like.... Good location and nice staff."
Her look was a little flustered and scared, and her voice gradually became quieter.
It turns out that recently, the attitude of boys has become more and more cold.
Sometimes I don't even reply.
Peach was anxious, she didn't want to wait until dark until dawn, only waiting for the ambiguity between those words.
Peaches ran to question the boy and got only a cold apology.
"I'm sorry, I only think of you as a friend, don't think about it too much..."
At that moment, Peach broke the defense, and she silently blacked out the boy and deleted it.
Later, she rarely chatted with boys online.
Love does not dare to go deep, afraid of a big dream, the past is zero, love and hate are arbitrary.
Although there are countless moments that look like love, this is really not love.
True love is not just lip service.
After 10 p.m., don't chat with someone you like.
Chatting with you every day may not be love, it may be loneliness.
Love on paper is not the elixir of love, it is just a painting cake to fill hunger.
Treating chat as love is tantamount to drinking a dove to quench thirst, and there is no doubt that you will die.
True love is to be put into action.
Affection is easy at first sight, but it is difficult to accompany the long-term company of Japan.
It is a trek through mountains and waters, it is to see the sea and the stars, and I am only willing to eat a bowl of porridge with you.
It is to look into your eyes, to hold your hand, to turn the tenderness of the whole world into a hug.
It is the story before going to bed, the kiss after the good night, the hope of falling in love in dreams.
I was going to walk the rivers and lakes, but when I met you, I thought I could stop first.
After the period of listening to love, I care more about the things that can be seen and touched than those love words.
When everything is silent as a mystery, I can stand with you at dusk, laughing at the stove and asking if the porridge is warm.
Space is vast, the years are long, and you will eventually meet the most real lover.
Click "Watching" and I will always be by your side, listening to you and supporting you.
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