Think about it by day, dream by night.
So, it's not at all unusual for you to walk into my dreams.
I have dreamed of you no less than a hundred times, and almost every night your figure will come into my dreams. Now, we're on our separate sides, and I miss you more intensely than ever. I can only pray that God will give me endurance and not to push the good old days of our reunion too far.
However, such a longing still makes me live like a year.
Happy days are always short, and days of missing are always long.
Once upon a time, Hongyan passed on the book, word by word, even a punctuation mark, which could represent the mood of the letter writer. Nowadays, the network is developed, but no matter how developed the network, it cannot withstand a deep embrace, and the distance can never cross each other's temperature.
Missing has become my daily routine.
When I can't see you, my thoughts are like a mountain pressing against my chest; when I can see you, happiness is like a river rushing into my heart; let the mountains and waters bear witness to my thoughts about you, when will you be able to embrace me in your arms.
Lovers who have never been separated will never know the pain of missing.
The ancients said: Thinking of the king every day does not see the king, drink the water of the Yangtze River together.
I can see your smile every day, hear your voice, and make you call my name affectionately, but by reaching out and touching each other's faces, we are still far apart.
I want to grow a pair of wings and fly to your side, never to leave again. In this life, I will guard you and read you, and I will never look at others more.
Some people say that there is no unwavering love in this world.
I can only say with regret, it's a pity that you didn't meet, you didn't give yourself completely to someone else.
It's good to give yourself a little leeway, but it also means leaving a place for your heart, a place where others can come in, a place that the other person can't fill.
And I, willing to let you fill my heart, my time, my everything.
The word "unswerving" sounds a little sad. But I miss that all sincere efforts can be exchanged for your sincere returns, and we are indispensable people on the road of life.
Some people disperse as they walk; some people fade away as they walk.
Over time, we accumulate time, stories, and emotions. When each other's hearts belong to each other completely, we can resist even the biggest winds and waves.
Love, to say, is fragile.
But many times, love makes us brave.
Bravely run to you, bravely go to our future, bravely hand in hand with you tomorrow.
But why aren't you with me?
The beauty of the past flashes one by one, and the tenderness of the past flows slowly in the heart.
Come back, my dear, I have waited for you for so long, waiting for you to give me a warm kiss, a warm hug, a kind murmur.
Love you, this life is tireless.
Thinking of you, every moment in the heart.
Some people say that thoughts are like a grain of sand from an hourglass, accumulating with time, and my thoughts of you have long accumulated into the Sahara Desert, waiting for you to appear like a long drought, nourishing my hungry and thirsty heart, like a pink latte so mellow that it is unbearable to let go.
What about you?
Do you miss me too?
Is it also in one sleepless night after another, gently calling my name, unable to sleep.
Do you also think that I can warm you every minute and hold you and never be separated again?