Feelings always make people happy and worried, sometimes, it is like a spring breeze, warm and vibrant, and sometimes, it is like autumn rain, bleak and cold.
When we truly fall in love with someone we can't be with, that feeling of powerlessness follows us like a shadow and becomes a lingering shadow in our hearts.
This kind of love is a war without gunpowder, and we are both soldiers and prisoners. We swim in the ocean of love, enjoy the spiritual fit with our beloved, and share each other's joys and sorrows.
When we realize that the relationship is not going to blossom, the inner struggle and pain begins. We tell ourselves that this is a fruitless affair, a journey that is doomed to failure. But even so, our hearts cannot be taken back, and it has already flown to the distant sky with that deep affection.
We try to analyze rationally, telling ourselves that we should let go, that we should forget. But how can the world of emotions be so easily conquered by logic?
Our hearts, like a stubborn child, are unwilling to accept the cruelty of reality, unwilling to give up even the tiniest hope. So, we silently make a wish in our hearts that a miracle will happen, even though we know that it is just a self-consolation.
Sometimes, we force ourselves not to contact that person and not to disturb her life. Whenever loneliness and longing invade our hearts in the dead of night, we can't help but pick up our mobile phones, look through those past conversation records, and recall those beautiful moments. Our hearts are held tightly by an invisible hand, painful and unrelieved.
We tell ourselves to be uninterrupted and to learn to let go. However, every time I see the news of the other party or hear the voice of the other party, the already fragile heart will be shaken again. We are afraid that our entanglement will annoy the other person, and that our humility will become a joke in the eyes of the other person. However, our heart has no control over its actions, it longs to be close, it longs to be understood, it wants to be loved.
If it's really that easy to give up, who would choose humble entanglements? However, love is never an easy thing. It requires courage, perseverance, and a heart that is willing to bear everything. We are afraid of loss, we are afraid of being alone, we are afraid of facing a world without each other. Therefore, we would rather choose entanglement, choose pain, than let go.
This kind of helplessness without love is a profound life experience. It teaches us that there are some things that we can't control, and some things that we can't have. It makes us understand that true love is not just about possession, but also about understanding and respect. It allows us to learn to grow, to learn to be strong, and to learn to find the meaning of life in tears.
We no longer deliberately pursue results, but cherish every heartbeat and every emotion in the process. We learn to love and live in a more mature way. Although there is still a trace of regret in my heart, we know that this is life, this is love.