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Source: Writer Nanlu Fat Fish (ID:lsy658855 )
Author: South Deer Fat Fish
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I often hear people say that boys' preferences are based on a minus point system.
The more you like him, the less he likes you, and the more nice you are to him, the more bored he will be for you.
But I can't, I can't do that. I'm too easy to be nice to a guy and can't control the kind at all. When I feel like someone else is giving me three sweets, I want to try to give the other seven sweets the remaining. So often in a relationship, when the other party just likes me a little, I already like the other party in my heart.
I used to like a boy in particular, how much I liked it, the kind of liking that when we were thousands of kilometers apart, I would immediately pack my bags and buy a plane ticket in order to meet him.
Does the other person like me? I also liked it.
How much I like you.
Secretly and carefully read every Weibo you have sent, carefully capture every information about you, sweet and sour speculation about your recent situation.
In this way to get to know you, to embrace you from afar. In fact, for me, you are not one of the options.
You won't be drowned in thousands of little girls. You are the light that Gatsby has embraced in the middle of the night, the eternal dream, the most precious existence.
Because I am here, I will feel that the world is a little bit cute.
"Beautiful without hope is the cleanest and purest beauty."
That's it. No matter where you are now, with whom.
I'm the most liked by you.
Once I was too stressed at work, he and I called when I did not stop crying, the next day he flashed downstairs in my college dormitory, lied to me that he sent me a gift for me to go downstairs to get the courier, I went downstairs to see him, the whole person was stunned. He said: Your gift has arrived, do you want to hug it?
The day I confessed to him he said: I promise that I will be good to you all my life, only to you, I will not lie to you, I will not let you be wronged, can you give me a chance to take care of you?
Later I promised him that I was the kind of character who was getting better and better for a guy, maybe at first he liked me a hundred percent, and I liked him only fifty.
But in the process of getting along, my liking for him will involuntarily soar to two hundred percent, but his liking for me, like a parabola, begins to plummet after reaching a certain height.
I don't remember when he went from calling me five times a day to not bothering to make a call, but I took the initiative to call him and asked him if he had eaten, was he finished, did he miss me? I wonder every day, is he happy today? But he never made me happy like he used to.
On the first anniversary of our time together, I secretly prepared a gift for him, and he was a little surprised when he saw it, and asked me: What day is it today? Why buy me a gift? I smiled and said nothing, I thought it suited you to buy.
He promised not to lie to me, but he told me at twelve o'clock that he was sleepy and wanted to sleep, but I brushed a video of my mutual friend drinking with him in the circle of friends at two o'clock.
The person who used to send me hundreds of messages a day has become the person who sends me countless WeChat messages to him every day, and he always says: You are good, I am busy. I said okay then you're busy. As a result, when I brushed Weibo, I saw that at the same time, he liked the selfie of the strange girl.
I tried desperately to be nice to him, but he became more and more strange.
Fall in love with your uncle. Old friends would say that to me.
Uncle will not contact you often, nor will he give you warm and soft love like a little milk dog.
Uncle-level love is a smooth and light stream of thin water, and your jumping and jumping in his opinion is only in line with what you should do at this age, so he will envy you that you don't have to think about so many worldly things, he will tolerate you and retain your innocence.
He will push you to progress, hope you are healthy, will make demands on you, and know your situation and thoughts. See through it, don't say it thoroughly, say it through the sadness.
Uncle, will give you a lot of feelings, cold and warm self-knowledge. Don't love ten.
I think patience in relationships is really important.
Two people are on their own, and their upbringings, experiences, personalities, ideas, and even preferences are different.
Sometimes there is some friction and inappropriateness, and I have had the idea of giving up, but I quickly dispelled this idea.
Only with long-term patience and gentleness with a person can it be possible to go on forever. How long have I been, so the sweetest thing is not that I love you, but that I have patience for you now and will have it later.
You can share your life with me, you can complain to me about grievances, I listen to it, and I am willing to share it, because we are a group, and I will always stand by your side.
So, I have patience for you now and later.
Stay by my side, don't let go, don't run, I love you well, you love me well, we slowly get better together.
Finally, one day after he lied to me again, I couldn't bear to break up, I thought he would reflect on what was wrong with himself, but he said: Divide it, you think I am rare you.
I cried and went to a friend's house to drink, holding the bottle and crying and asking my friend: People who used to like me so much, how can they say that things have changed? I like a guy and I try to be nice to him, is that wrong?
Friends say: There is nothing wrong with being good to a person, but being too good to him is that you are stupid. People are like this, desperately wanting when they don't get it, and thinking she's bad when they get it and wanting to throw her away.
I just too easily trust a person and get better and better for a person, but later I understand that feelings are not that you are good to him and he can love you a little more, the fact is often that the better you are to others, the more others care about you.
Therefore, I often feel insecure, and over time I become afraid to be good to anyone, even if I like a person again, I will pretend not to care, force myself to develop a restrained personality, and repeatedly tell myself in my heart: To endure. Can't be too nice to him.
Because every time I like someone, I just want to wrap them with a lot of love and great tenderness, but apart from that, I really, really have nothing.
I don't dare to pour out to anyone anymore because I'm not a child anymore, I really don't want the other person to take my hand and turn around and don't want me, I'm really afraid that the other person will give me hope and make me despair.
If you meet me one day, don't be nice to me, because I'm stupid and will take it seriously. Of course, I won't be good to anyone anymore, because I'm afraid, and I don't want to be thrown away by anyone who doesn't care.
Why do we find it so hard to fall in love? [Sad]
Friends say:
Probably because the thought of starting to know someone again, to get to know each other from beginning to end, makes me feel too tired and too troublesome.
More importantly, sometimes you want to get to know each other, and it also depends on whether the other person is willing or not.
And those sixteen or seventeen-year-olds who shout "love is bigger than heaven", cautiously approaching, seriously and clumsily liking a person's age, seems to have long gone.
Adolescence has just passed, and the hardships of life have just arrived.
In the past, liking or not liking a person was the premise of love.
But now the people around me don't seem to think so.
I talked to a friend about this topic and she said:
In fact, there are many examples of not getting married because of love!
When the family chats, they will also say that the daughter of a certain relative, blind date, has only been married to a certain man in one month.
The man's family has a house and a car, and the little life is very stable, how good and so on.
College reunions, the one who became powerful because of marriage, were also most complimented.
"Oh, I really envy you, don't worry about anything."
When people talk about love, they don't ask you "like him or not", but ask you "how is his situation at home".
Weird, huh?
In the past, I liked a person by secretly folding my homework book with the other person.
When I was lining up to raise the flag, I recognized him in the back of many identical heads.
But not anymore.
It's like a friend saying to me:
I was obviously only in my twenties, but I didn't know why, and I felt very confused.
The moment when the hormones of adolescence erupted and were thrilling for a person are gone.
People don't spend a long time getting to know someone, they don't spend a long time secretly liking someone.
She said:
Love is rare, and some people may not meet it in their lifetime.
A bit mournful.
What does your ideal love look like? (From Reader Contributions)
Do you drag me to eat Lao Zhang ramen at three o'clock in the morning, or do you take a taxi from Haidian to Chaoyang to find me, or do I send you a sentence that I am drunk and you will immediately reply to me with a sentence of "Where are you, I will pick you up".
I don't know what kind of love you say you love me, whether you know that I haven't come home in the middle of the night to send a "go back early" or if you braved the cold wind and crossed half the city in your coat to pick me up.
We think we've found ourselves in the crazy music, we pick up the broken selves of the past and put them in a wine glass, and then we take a bite to dry, thinking that the stupid self of the past has been caught again, we tell ourselves, so what?
Yeah, so what? On this day of last year, you said you loved me, and at this moment of this year, you were holding other girls in the opposite booth, caring like a little bear. I also seemed to think that I was seeing me, but it wasn't.
Our yesterday and now are as dead as the leaves rotting in the soil in autumn. I am so eager for you to look back at the stupid me, just like we said last summer on the beach in Phuket, you said that you will love me for the rest of your life, and the person who changes first will become a bubble in the sea.
Yes, it's all bubbles, and your love story is just a bubble in the Atlantic Ocean, but you poked it with your own hands.
I don't know if you'll occasionally fall asleep at night, tossing and turning and remembering the sunset we've seen together, the roadside barbecue we've eaten, and the sound of our cups bumping into dreams.
I thought so at that time, the girl in your arms is me, the person who is surrounded by you in your arms as a baby, and I myself who looks at you across from you but can't get closer.
Unfortunately, time never helps us pick up things, it just slaps us and tells us that this is life.