Love ~ born like a summer flower

Love is the same as life, some are a lifetime, some are stillborn. True love is the kind of water that is as colorless and tasteless as boiled water, not delicious but indispensable. I don't think you stinky socks thrown around, you don't think I'm unkempt (of course, it can not be so bad, ha), the heart is really integrated, it does not talk about passion, but plain is true.

I am not qualified to talk about love, for there are many enough comments about love; I am not qualified to talk about love, for I have not met a perfect one.

Once regarded pleasing as love, tortured and not abandoned, do not know that kind of humble to cater to a person, try their best to please her, is it love? Or to please? Pleasing, not a derogatory term, is a beautiful way, because of it, whether it is love or please, at least she stays, has always been, the heart has never left. And one day, he said that he would not please, nor did he understand to please, in fact, he was mistaken, he should not love, do not love, do not need to please, just such a simple two words, enough for a person to understand, all the process is not worth mentioning, she knows, the best way is to back to back, leaving a back shadow.

Don't say that you can still be friends after breaking up, this is the most irresponsible sentence.

Don't say give up on you because I love you.

Don't say it can't give you happiness, so I hope you go to find your happiness.

Don't say give you up to him because I love you.

If you really love her, how can you trust her to someone else?

If, not so much if, only the result, the result is the end!

More and more unable to accept love, because each period of payment has gone through a long time, a period of time, a period of bad practice, no longer dare to be reckless, paradoxically, after the unwilling to pay, you can not harvest. vicious circle.

pyrotechnics. fleeting time. Red. Vicissitudes. Shallow, meet! Faint, forget!