Author: Xinyue Blue
Over the years, I have forgotten many things, and only you are still in my heart. There is a deep love, called no contact, but every day to think of you, always thinking about you, do not know how to tell you.
Want to let go of this feeling, reluctant, this love is too deep, people obsessed, but also make people heartache.
Loving someone knows that there is no result, knowing that there is no way forward, but the heart is bitterly clinging. I miss you very much, I can only look at the moon in the sky, and I can only listen to sad love songs.
Secretly watch your dynamics, do not let go of a word, after reading, you will feel lost.
Are you thinking of me from afar? Too much is all about you, are you doing well in your days without me? Do you remember the past and still have some sentimentality?
No contact, in fact, has been thinking about you. Missing a person is really bitter, loving to the depths of people's loneliness, loving to the depths of the most silent.
I want to see you, I can't see you, I want to contact you, and I'm afraid of disturbing you. There is too much affection in your heart, all because of your presence. Looking back, you are my deepest love, the most difficult attachment.
The helplessness of reality makes people miss it bitterly. Breaking the connection, the interval continues to be deeply in love with you; the disconnection is constantly deeply thought of you.
You live quietly in my heart, there is a deep love, called no contact, but every day to worry about it, looking at your photos, tears will slide down your face. Wrote a lot of things I wanted to say to you, and then silently deleted them.
I'm afraid that if I say one more word, it will become a disturbance. In the middle of the night, I always think of you, and after the loss, I can't sleep.
In time, quietly waiting for a person is sad. I don't regret loving you, even if I wasn't together, those memories are still a memorial to each other.
I have thought about thousands of scenes of reunion, but I know in my heart that we will never go back to the past. In your memory, you are still a teenager.
Familiar streets, people coming and going, I am looking for you, I am missing you, but some missed, is a lifetime of regret.
The cold wind blew, and no one took my hand anymore, gave me warmth, and told me that the future would be better.
There is a kind of deep love, called not to contact, but to think of you every day, not to contact, is afraid of remembering the parting picture again, so that each other are sad.
Thoughts rippled, and I wanted to know how you were doing now, and what kind of person would appear around you.
How many deeply loved people, in the end, do not walk together, but have a feeling, but will be in the heart for a lifetime.
Love you the most true, you have become the secret of my heart. What was once familiar has become a kind of memory that has become a kind of memory that no longer sees each other now, and the deep affection that was once carved into the bones.
You are not in my life, but you often appear in my memories. Speaking, each of them is fine, but after losing you, I know that there is a kind of heartache that cannot be said, and can only be endured silently by one person. No matter where I am, I still hope you are all right.
In the depths of the years, bless you, in the year like water, remember what you look like.
In everyone's heart, there is a deeply loved person, who has not seen each other again, but is often worried. In the light and shadow of the flowing years, I saw your smile again.
There is a kind of deep love, called no contact, but I think of you every day, I have no regrets about loving you, even if I am not together, you are still the watch of my life.