Text: Arbor
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I used to think that love was my faith, the driving force that could guide my life and live steaming.
I used to think that love is a lifetime, a lifetime story. I used to think that if I said good things for a long time, there would be no tragedy of "but the people's hearts are changeable".
If you have ever given me so much love and fantasy, now give me how much, the blow and reality of love.
I have been touched by the touch you have given me on the journey of life. I have been touched that the freedom and tolerance you have given me, I am unfettered, let alone restrained.
I took love as my faith, and in this life, I will walk on the road of pilgrimage, and in the end, the person who destroyed all my faith is you.
You said that you were lucky, that you met me, and that I felt that I was extremely lucky to have met you in this life.
Once you, how much happiness and happiness you gave me, in the end you took me, how much happiness and happiness.
You never think that the person who once loved you the most will become the person who hurt you the most, how much dependence and expectation you have given him, and how much disappointment and frustration he will give you in the end.
My friend comforted me and said that feelings are a reincarnation, love is a kind of cause and effect, maybe I owe you in my previous life, this life is destined to pay you back, after loving you, only for the pain of my life.
Friends also said that if this person hurt you and failed you, then next time someone will love you well, make up for his hurt to you, and make up for his failure to you.
However, after I experienced love with you, I did not think about the future, it was too far away in the future, and even for me, love became a luxury of life, I did not want to experience love again, because I was afraid that after that, I would exchange the same ending.
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What I never expected was that it was not love itself that defeated us, but the blank space left by time, the exhaustion and burnout of feelings.
Maybe when we love to the point of exhaustion, we will think of giving up. It's just that I want to grit my teeth and insist, but I don't know that you will let go so decisively.
I have tried my best to do a good job, not to cause you trouble, to be happy, to digest my emotions, and to carry everything in life by myself.
And all I want is that you can be by my side, I will not become any burden on you, I think, I am so well-behaved, so sensible, can get your thanks.
Your love for me, how fast it used to come, how fast it disappeared, it turned out that Jay Chou was right, love is like a gust of wind, and it is still a tornado.
There is no more than the wind blows, only those who stay in place, who are still stupid and unwilling to choose to let go, and those who are blown away by the tornado have long been absent.
I like the love of my parents' generation, and I like their attitude of treating things and people with special appreciation.
Even if it is a noisy life, they will choose to run the marriage, even if it is a dress, worn for 5 years, 10 years, broken, broken, they still want to sew and mend, continue to wear, in their concept, there is no word "throw away".
And in our lives, we not only learn to "break away", but also learn to "discard" the person next to you.
As long as there is no feeling, think about breaking up; as long as there is a quarrel, think of leaving; as long as you are tired, think of changing the next one.
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Weibo said: "No matter who is sorry for whom, that crack is like a two-sided blade, one side hurts others, the other hurts oneself." ”
In fact, there is no one between us who is sorry for whom, the only thing you are sorry for me is that after the exhaustion period of our feelings, you did not choose to face with me, but chose to be an escapee and let go of this relationship.
It turns out that what you once said about loving me is true, you can easily let go, it is also true, which one is you? I'm all blurry.
The person who once loved me was you, and the person who is stranger to me now doesn't look like you, or you.
The boy who used to look at me with stars in his eyes was now left with indifference, and I really didn't know that the feelings of a man, from loving to not loving, could disappear so quickly.
It was as if he had never come, as if he had left no trace, and your heart, your life, was full of him.
Probably the most unfair thing in love is that when choosing to be together, you need the consent of both people; and when you end a relationship, you only need one person to agree.
The person who is destined to leave, he will not care about the person who stays where he is, what kind of mood, what kind of feeling?
When his heart was no longer on this girl, this piece of sky no longer had the color of his nostalgia.
Some people, who have not met, are regretful, love, but become regret. Let's do this, from now on the mountains and rivers will not meet, you love the people you want to love, I will go the way I want to go.
In fact, in the feelings, most of the pain is that after the person who wants to leave is leaving, the person who stays in the same place is paranoid and refuses to let go.
Broke up, I pretended to be strong, pretended to be smiling. In fact, you did not find that the tears on my back were full of tears, which was a proof of love for you, but now everything I do is tired and indifferent in your eyes.
I will no longer alarm you, disturb you, or even participate abruptly in your life, and I would like to pay the price of silence in exchange for you to keep my lonely life for a long time.
I'm tired of falling in love with someone, getting used to someone, but having to accept his departure when he doesn't.
I am willing to live that glance, I can see the old years of life, even if there is no love, I am willing to be with peace, unswerving.
How much love, lost to time, how many memories, buried in the bottom of the heart. In the end, I still lost to you, a complete defeat.
Maybe I should also be grateful for our encounter, thank you for participating in my life and loving it wholeheartedly.
I should also be thankful that in the picture at the end of every beautiful day, even the memories are desolate, as long as I was present.
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