Love.
At one o'clock in the morning today, my girlfriend sent a message telling me that the boy she had been chasing for more than two months was hopeless.
Because the boy still can't forget the pain that his predecessor brought to him, and he still has no way to get out of the hurt of his predecessor.
My girlfriend complained to me angrily that she couldn't understand why the boy had been hurt by her ex and couldn't trust the other girls anymore and didn't want to give her a chance to get along. I think it's very unfair to her.
Hearing this, I was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say. As a girlfriend, she spent so long chasing a boy, but waiting for him to say such a paragraph, I was also a little dissatisfied with the boy's attitude.
But, perhaps, the boy was hurt by his ex just like I did, so he didn't dare to love anyone else anymore. Even if you reject others fiercely, you don't leave others with the opportunity to hurt yourself again.
When I was in college, I talked about a boyfriend, when I was a junior, he was a freshman, he had just entered the university life, he was full of curiosity about everything in the university, just at a campus event we met, and then added WeChat.
He would ask me a lot of school, subject and life problems, and at the beginning I was an ordinary student, and I would try to help him as much as possible if he had any difficulties.
Gradually, we began to understand each other's lives and understand each other's interests and hobbies. He will also share interesting things with me and play videos for me from time to time.
Later, on a calm and ordinary night, he confessed to me, and he told me a lot, because he also had a heart, so I agreed to him, and then we officially got together.
After we were together, we had a great time, we ate together, went to campus, went shopping, watched movies, went on dates... All in all it felt like everything was going in the direction I expected.
Until one day during the holidays he suddenly said to me, "Let's break up." I was stunned for a moment, and then I called him a video, he didn't answer, hung up, left a sentence "I'm tired, sleep first, let's talk about it tomorrow".
But he didn't know that I had been up all night that night, and I kept sending him all kinds of small essays, hoping that he could reply to me.
But it wasn't until noon the next day that he replied, "I woke up, I fell asleep last night." I sent him a message next, but he didn't reply for a second, and he didn't reply to two words until the evening—good night.
I learned from his friend that he had been planning to break up for almost a month, that he was going to wait until the holidays, so that I would not see him, and after a long time, I would forget and would not go to trouble him.
The funny thing is that I was planning his future with great joy, and he was thinking of how to leave me.
Under the persuasion of my friends, I finally plucked up the courage to say goodbye to him, then deleted his WeChat, ended the relationship, and then never contacted again.
I met a few times at school after school started, and then we all passed each other like strangers.
Later, I went to an internship in my senior year, and then I had all kinds of things to keep myself busy, until I worked later, as if I forgot that hurt.
But whenever a friend around me introduces a boy to me or a boy takes the initiative to chat with himself, he will still think of that pain again, and will remind himself that he does not dare to approach others again, nor does he dare to let others approach, so as not to be hurt again.
In fact, it is obvious that he showed his goodness first, and he tried his best to approach you and understand you, but it was he who suddenly broke up with you without saying anything.
Therefore, I began to be afraid of all the active overtures, afraid of suddenly leaving without a word, afraid of another person anxiously waiting for his news late at night.
I am more afraid of a person's insomnia all night long, depressed mood, and various bad symptoms in the body, so ah, I dare not love others anymore.
But ah, I still envy couples with sweet love, will also bump their sugar, and will also send them the most sincere blessings.
But for myself, it seems that I really don't dare to love anymore, and I don't know how to love someone, because I am afraid of losing, and I am not sure if the person I met is a scumbag again.
Maybe it's not confident in yourself, or you're afraid of being hurt again, or you want to live alone like you are now.
Therefore, I did not dare and did not want to love others anymore.
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