And Shamo's five hundred days – she didn't actually like you that much

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There's a movie called "He Doesn't Really Like You That Much," which is a sobering pill for women — all of it, it's all excuses, just not loving enough.

So today I will give all the men a decoction, "500 Days with Summer", which can also be called "She Actually Doesn't Like You That Much".

I think many men have had that experience when they were younger. In the era of innocence, fall in love with a beautiful girl. She is pleasing to the eye and brings you joy and vanity; you pluck out your heart and lungs, carefully, and meet all her needs. Have you ever had it? No, you can't. You understand, you are more ordinary than her, you are afraid that you will not have the luck to meet such a cute and charming girl again.

What do you value most in love? Or, what do you value most about the other person? This is very important and determines the quality and future of your relationship. You would say, beauty, talent, ideals... And what do you have?

Many times, the mediocre-looking paranoia chases beauty; the ignorant and ignorant mad worship talents; the lazy and tired idealists... That is, in the areas that you value most, you are one order behind her. Therefore, your love is inherently doomed to inequality. Unless, of course, you have what she values most, but few coincidences happen.

We often hear that the sallow-skinned virtuous wife is late, still cooking supper, waiting for the handsome husband, knowing that he is looking for fun, still bears the burden of humiliation, self-esteem is nearly zero, the end is still divorced; we often see kind and gentle ordinary boys, all day long by the shrewd, capable, radiant girlfriend scolded the dog bloody head, still can not fight back, scolding does not return, the end is still broken up.

Unequal love is obsessive and tangled. You are eager to give in equal rewards, but only get a bottomless pit. You fill the hole bitterly, but you don't want to stop, thinking that one day she will be touched by your efforts.

Everyone can see that you are really good to her. In her heart, she also understood. But the person who has the upper hand in love will not easily bow down. She has no fear of you. Forgive me for saying that you were afraid of losing her; she wasn't afraid of losing you. In fact, she doesn't like you as much, at least not as much as you like her. Even if she teases you first and chooses you first, it is the same. Because she is accurate, you will inevitably give to her unprincipledly.

The most complete and reliable formula for emotional relationships should be: mutual attraction + mutual giving. And most lovers, the first one is slightly discounted; so the second one is only one person working hard. The foundation is unstable, the castle in the air, no matter how good you are to her, sometimes it is of little use to enhance emotions.

Of course, you can't completely deny her feelings for you. You still have to believe that she must have liked you, that you must have attracted her on some level; that she must have missed your face a lot of the time, longed for your hugs and kisses. It's just, I don't like it so much, I'm not so crazy, I'm not so completely blinded.

In the good times of summer, you used to be like a real pair of golden boys, and in winter, she suddenly found that your coats were not matched. The following spring, she'll hate your sneakers, your newly pasted wallpaper, your taste for watching movies, until she feels like you're two worlds entirely.

And you are completely unaware of the cumulative changes in her heart. Because you love too blindly, you can't see anything, just love her, love her, love her. Everything about her is beautiful, and what you used to hate is also beautiful because of her. And she wanted to leave you, so you broke down...

There is nothing in the world that can hit a person's self-confidence more than a lost love. The teacher just denies your learning method, the boss just denies your work performance, but the departed lover is denying you the whole person, because you are preparing to entrust the life that has grown up for more than twenty years to a person, but she says to you, NO!

You grit your teeth and scold her for being a slut, cursing her for never being happy; while tearfully recalling her former tenderness, dreaming of her jumping into your arms again like a bunny.

Finally, she got married. When we have the courage to carry the initial pain of lost love, we soon find that we do not have the courage to admit that we are in front of her, not as good as another person.

You don't want to admit such a failure, you're making all kinds of excuses. He's more handsome than you, then she's too superficial; he's richer than you, then she's too snobbish; he's neither handsome as you nor rich as you, so she's so blind that she never wondered if they were more like-minded. In short, all his advantages are not enough to shake you.

Your subtext is still comforting yourself – she must still love me, and I must be no worse than him. She's just a slut, she's just hypocrites, she's just being a slut, that's why she chose another person.

Really, you should be sober – all of it, it's all excuses, just not loving enough.

You love her like a classic novel, you have read it many times, and you still feel sorry for her. On business trips, she will also take it with her, copying down sentences as a motto in life; she loves you, but she loves you more like a dictionary, really informative, very practical, but lacks wonderful twists and turns, not attractive enough. When you don't need it, put it aside, even if you don't want to think about it.

In fact, it may be lucky to leave the person who doesn't love you enough. Under the young sky, what is a lost love? Charles didn't love Diana and couldn't block her light.

You'll always meet the person who values your strengths, the one who treats you as a copy of the novel. Look back at some beautiful but hurtful girl, and you will gently and playfully call out: BITCH!

Don't forget, she also accompanied you for a while in her best years.