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Browsing the circle of friends yesterday, I found this dynamic:
When you don't reply to my messages, I really feel angry and sad, and sometimes I even feel so aggrieved that I want to cry. But I never blame you for not responding to me appropriately, I only blame myself for liking you too much.
How many people's circle of friends only confides in one person, but that person can never understand your emotions.
I believe that in relationships, many people have encountered the dilemma of knowing that the other person does not like them, but always fall into self-comfort.
It is clear that the other party does not show much concern for themselves, but you persistently pursue and strive to get closer;
It is clear that the other party always responds to you carelessly, but you find a thousand excuses for him to explain.
In the adult world, it is always those who are emotional first, who are most easily injured.
Once liking is transformed into pursuit, pursuit evolves into submission;
This often marks the beginning of tragedy.
Some people's feelings are like every chat, always initiated by me and ended by me.
You're like a silent supporting character, and I keep telling it, and you only occasionally say "um" and "oh" responses, which makes me feel like I'm talking to myself.
It seems that all my courage and determination has been spent on reaching out to you.
Amazingly, after liking you, I gained the ability to heal myself like never before.
Some feelings are like bottomless abysses where what you put into never returns, doesn't even stir up a ripple, and there's no response.
You are destined to be a lonely island with your own castle, and I am just a non-stop tide that will never land. In your eyes, I don't matter.
Once, you waited a whole day, looking forward to a whole day, weaving a thousand reasons in your mind why he didn't reply to the message.
However, when you accidentally saw his updated circle of friends, it suddenly dawned on you: it turned out that he just didn't want to reply to me. At this moment, the heart fell like a valley.
I wanted to take off the stars and give them to you, but in the end I could touch the stars, but I couldn't touch you.
There are three major regrets in life: love but can't get, regret for life, and wishful thinking.
Liking sometimes means giving desperately.
Perhaps, like someone who is the weakness of my life, but I don't have enough defenses to resist.
I just want to do my best to be nice to you and wrap the whole world as a gift to you, even if you don't need it at all.
How many sleepless nights, I told myself to give up, but when I opened my eyes, you still occupied my thoughts.
Wait a little longer, hold on a little longer, maybe after doing the next thing, you'll like me.
However, later, you still failed to feel affection for me.
Nevertheless, at least you have been the best but futile effort I have ever made, giving me the courage to move forward.
Everyone has had a profound experience and is fully committed to being a person.
Look up, look down, frown, breathe deeply, gaze, look back, constantly turn the mountain, but you can't cross to the person who intoxicates you.
For love, we do not hesitate to absurdly change ourselves, just like Cinderella's sister cut off her heels in order to put on the prince's crystal shoes, but failed to gain the prince's affection.
The person who likes you does his best, but is worried that you will not like him;
And the person you like, even if you try your best, thinks you are annoying.
Seeing a comment under the song "Friends I've Loved for a Long Time" resonated deeply with me:
I heard a sharp knock on the door.
I woke up.
I opened the door and saw you outside.
You said you missed me and gave me a big hug.
The good seems to be close to us, but the actual order is 1342.
When you wake up, you find that your hug, your thoughts, are just a dream.
When the forest is deep, you see deer, when the sea is blue, you can only see you.
But I see neither a deer, nor a whale, nor you.
Lose you, wandering between dreams day and night.