What is love? The heart pounding, the willingness to pay, the mind into the bone.
Knowing that acacia is bitter, but bitterly thinking of each other.
Everyone has their own love, everyone has their own love, and everyone's love is similar and different.
Love is the heartbeat.
The first time I saw you, I was filled with joy.
Since then, I have thought of you day by day, looked forward to you every day, and if I had the honor of seeing you that day, even if you and I had just spoken a few words, even if you just looked at me, I would be happy for a long time, happy for many days.
My eyes involuntarily follow you, your serious look is really beautiful, I sometimes don't have a chance to talk to you, I can only look at you from a distance, every time I just look at you, I will beat my heart.
The way you walk past me with your head down is so beautiful.
I know you don't belong to me, I'll just look at you like this, as long as I can look at you I'm already happy.
There is a saying that "you can only look at it from a distance and not play with it" I think it is you.
It's okay, I'll just appreciate it!
Love is giving.
Everyone has their own people they love, and everyone has their own people who are willing to give for it.
It could be your parents, it could be your children, it could be your friends, it could be the people you love.
He was willing to cook for him, he was willing to pick her up every day to and from work, he was willing to buy tampons for him.
He was willing to do her laundry, he was willing to let her when they quarreled, he was afraid of her mother? He was afraid that she would be wronged, and she was afraid that she would be sad!
He would call her every day, was he idle? No, he was just worried that she was bored, he was just worried that she would be bored watching the child alone.
Love is thought.
I miss you, sometimes at a certain moment;
I miss you, sometimes in the middle of the night when you wake up;
I miss you, sometimes in sleepless midnight.
I miss you, you've always been in my head.
Winter, the season for missing;
Winter, a very cold and beautiful season.
It's cold in winter, and it's warm to miss,
It's cold in winter and it's beautiful to miss.
Winter is very tired, and the thoughts are very warm.
Perhaps, everyone has their own missed people, everyone has their own people who are worried about their hearts, everyone has people they can't forget, and everyone has people they can't let go.
Perhaps, everyone has their own people who are reluctant to forget.
Love is letting go.
Sometimes we obviously love each other, but for some reason we have to give up.
Sometimes, giving up on a relationship isn't because we don't love each other, but because we love each other too much.
Sometimes, love is not possession, but letting go, is fulfillment.
Sometimes, in the face of an inappropriate relationship, just give up, live, not just love!
Sometimes, holding your fist all the time will make yourself very tired, to learn to let go, it is yours, even if you let go, you will not run, not yours, no matter how tight you look, you will leave.
Just like Luo Yuzhu did not say goodbye, it was not that she did not love Chen Jianghe, but that she felt that she was not worthy of Chen Jianghe, and she wanted to fulfill him.
Love is salvation.
To love someone is sometimes to be willing to endure everything for him, including suffering.
He killed someone by mistake, his brother suffered death for him, and his brother suffered the revenge of the victim's father.
He and his brother looked exactly like each other, and no one noticed all this. His brother died, and his brother died for him because his brother loved him.
He felt guilty, he had lived his whole life in repentance, he had volunteered all his life, he had helped a lot anonymously, and he had never married.
Before he died, he wrote such a line: "I don't know if my debt in this life has been paid off, Qianqian, I'm sorry, have you forgiven me?" ”
I don't want to say that if life is only like the first sight, sometimes it may not be impulsive, but only because of the causes of past lives, there will be results in this life!
I still want to say, no matter what cause or effect, do not be impulsive, everything "think twice," many times the wrong things that happen are because of crimes of passion.
Love is emotional, but we cannot lose our reason in love! Love yourself first and then love others, so that you can better and longer maintain love and keep liking!