This article is from the WeChat public account (fish yearning life)
Countless, this is how many days I think of you.
When I used to think about you, I would ask you, "What are you doing?"
Now, when I think of you, I silently pull out my phone and look through our chat history. Only these prove that we have had so many fond memories.
Speaking of which, you once asked me, "Did we have a good time?"
How could it not be?
We fell in love with each other at first sight, touched each other, did so many interesting things together, said so many childish words, and spoiled each other so much. How can we forget this?
Some people will ask, since love, why leave?
Love, why can't you leave?
If love only increases each other's pain, creates unpleasant memories, and accumulates resentment toward each other, then there is no need to torture each other.
Leaving a loved one is undoubtedly painful, but you have to try to fulfill this pain.
Don't hold back the connection, pretend not to miss, do all this, is not it because of love?
Silent love requires more courage and guts than saying I love ten thousand times.
So in the days that followed, they disappeared from each other's sight, but they did not stop thinking about each other.
One day, a clown performs on stage and a couple argues in the audience. The clown came over and did a lot of funny things in front of the girl. The girl laughed, but the Joker cried after stepping down.
"You used to be my baby. How can I bear to see that you are not happy? ”
The girl also secretly cried: "I used to be your baby, how could I not know that it was you?"
Parting is a helpless ending, but it can't erase deep love.
Having you in my heart, it's not that I don't love you, it's not that I don't want to contact you, but I don't dare, I can't, I don't deserve it.
You can't get a lifetime of love, but you can't let go of a lifetime of thoughts.
I want you to be happy, but I don't want to see you again in my life.
Thinking of a person is bitter and mixed with sweetness.
Let's meet in a dream tonight.
I blew the evening wind you blew. It was thoughts, salty with tears.