How many regrets but can not say it, crush is a person can not tell the secret, beautiful and bitter. Maybe a lot of people's crushes are no end, become a regret in the memories. Below I have organized a letter to a crush example, welcome to read.
A letter written to a crush sample article aRoad water
Hello! I am Zilan, lifting the pen to a thousand words but do not know what to start from that thing. I have not seen you for a long, long time, recalling these recent years we get together less and more, when we meet, but also a quick glance. There are times when I am so afraid, afraid to meet again when you no longer recognize me, afraid of once said care about me you just live in my memory. I used to hope that you cared about me the same whether in the past or now, even if I always stood beside you in the least glamorous position. However, I realized that all these are my wishful waiting, obviously has nothing to do with you. Because the story from the beginning is my own, no one knows, only my diary is clearly written in my various moods.
I remember ten years ago when I first met you, you are so inconspicuous, or we should not recognize I have thought countless times. Because if it is not that time to know you I will definitely live happier than now. At that time you always like to follow me, no matter how we girls humiliate you, or so determined to follow me, always fearless and full of enthusiasm to tell me those things he thinks happy. I don't know whether I was touched by your enthusiasm or pitied you for being bullied by too many people. Because once I recognized you as my follower, bullying you was all mine. I acquiesced to the fact that you could follow me every day, acquiesced to the fact that you defended me in front of everyone, acquiesced to the fact that you were nice to me. Unconsciously I've gotten used to having a follower like you, to enjoying all the privileges in front of you, to being difficult and bossy in front of you. In fact, I have never understood why you will be at that time so endure my torment, give me with the difference between the privilege of people, so that such a privilege I enjoy a enjoy 7 years. And that time is really ordinary, ordinary only you still care.
Habit tends to intoxicate a person to a life. So I later realized why my memory of you is so deep, profound indelible. Remember I want you to do things you never say no, never allow others to say a bad word about me, never angry with me. When I took off Cinderella's ragged clothes to put on the princess's attire when everything is late, I found that even the most brilliant jewelry wear my hand is also so bleak, a turn is already a thousand miles away. Because I found the secret I do not want to find, there has been a girl quietly into your heart, I do not know when she has been hidden in your most simple and kind heart. And I have long been her aura of isolation outside, far away from even see their own whether really existed in your life. Your eyes in the heart are only her, I sat next to you to watch your eyes follow her turn, listening to you ask me about her all the relevant news, the heart of the immense pain but also to endure the helplessness of the bitterness to tell you all the details, but also with the saddest heart to the most poignant smile to the corner of their eyes, to cover up their own in fact also have the interest of anger and sadness and happiness of a person. Many times I was in the left seat sad tears, you are in the right seat so quiet staring at her background. I used to think that you cared about me as much as before, in fact, those have long been my obsession with the past.
I never knew, never knew there would be such a day, you grew up, grew up in the heart of the loaded down is someone else. And I can't forget because I am used to it, can't forget your smile, your sadness, your good, all of which I can see as soon as I close my eyes. From the most innocent years of acquaintance, know each other, I always thought you are my life is a save my angel, suddenly realized that you are not. And I can only simply stand beside you pretending to give you blessings, smiling and saying that you like her really good, but the inner taste but only know themselves. You share your love letters, praise me how so smart, a glance to see other people's hearts, yes why do I have to read your heart, to make themselves so sad. I was excited to find you on my birthday, but you are in order to win her heart, in order to test whether she feels for you to ask me to pretend that the leg was hurt okay, my birthday words to the mouth hard to swallow. I swallowed not only my words but also my only remaining that seems to some hope, I told myself to silently leave it, left is the best ending. Left, there is no contact, but every time I think of you will still be so painful, painful to think of you once said that I was afraid of sad words, also do not know one day I also because of these words more sad. We are so far away, away from the speed so that I want to catch are so difficult.
I remember that on your birthday, even if I gave you just a pencil, you were so precious to keep. Years later, I saw in your home, your baby's box of treasures are actually all I gave you a small thing, for your treasure I was so touched. We have known each other for about 10 years, ten years of friendship, half a lifetime of fate, suddenly became fragile. We went to different cities, different scenery. Your favorite her is already a kind of past story, but I'm still the one who walks outside the door of your heart. I'm not in the city where you are, but more than anyone else knows that city, the city's geography like a painting engraved in my heart, a girl who does not like geography do not know when the heart full of the city's traffic, perhaps she does not know the city where she is tomorrow rain and wind changes, but know what you are in the city tomorrow back to scrape what kind of wind, a girl does not care about the weather, but loaded with a girl in the heart of the city's barometer. A girl who doesn't care about the weather has a barometer of that city in her heart. The more you want to forget the more you can not forget, countless times to pick up the phone, tears, the phone passes but timidly put down.
Back against the phone, crying goodbye no longer have the strength to close your eyes are all your good, and the whole 7 years of all kinds of stories. I have always thought that you are the one who will be good to me all my life, but never calculated how long a lifetime, until I saw you standing on the other side of the road so dedicated to waiting for a girl but not me. I realized that you are the one who will be good to me all my life, but just can't be by my side all my life. Maybe you've forgotten about me one year or so, and suddenly when I opened my eyes there were so many people around me, I didn't know if they were familiar or strange. They are also by my side, like you once as good to me, care about me, and even tolerate my willfulness and indifference. But who's to say that one day they won't exclude me from the sea of their hearts like you did. Isn't it true that you've grown up, grown up that you don't look at me with that kind of heartache, grown up that you're no longer the you that leaves those privileges to me, no longer anxious because I'm angry, no longer the you that says you'll never be angry with me. Just what it should be like to grow up, it's fuzzy but I can't figure it out, whether the grown up you should be familiar or unfamiliar. I grieve you but never felt my departure, or in your loneliness can not see her time to me as a replacement, said can always hear me laugh really good. Hearing me laugh makes my worries disappear, while I am y surrounded by sadness. I clearly remember that face but from my heart farther and farther away, no longer have the courage to turn over your diary you handed me. Always people to write that full of care of the note passed to my hands, sent to my cell phone, because I do not care about me and so lightly thrown away, or casually deleted, suddenly the past scene so clear in front of my eyes, just like I wrote to you those notes so lightly thrown away by you, all things are just my wishful thinking obsession, and those things that I have written with all my heart in your eyes is only the most ordinary but waste paper. The most common thing in your eyes is just a scrap of paper, throw it with your hand in the wind, swaying and flying. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this.
My sadness you never know, but on the other side of the phone jokingly said to the people in the same room, I am your girlfriend, this side of the phone I sobbed. But don't let you know, bury all the stories in the heart precipitation. We initially want to go to different cities, close to leaving the days I always dance round the square of the lights, how many times I pretended not to have walked from there hope that by chance a glimpse of chance encounter, hope that under the bright fireworks you suddenly stood behind me for me to cover my ears, and then like the old days like worrying about me to send me back to the doorstep, but the fate of the never turn to me here. The road home in fact I am not afraid, just to separate when I hope you accompany me that afraid to walk a ride, and then turn around and leave without looking back to start a new life journey? And you happen to be standing in front of your her home at this time.
How many regrets but can not say, in your heart is still free when I met you, God also let me in our most innocent time to meet, acquaintance, acquaintance must be different from others. That time early is early, but can not stand on the stage into your eyes, you guard just limited to me is Cinderella time, in my about to restore the glittering luster of the princess when you have been urgent to leave me, and then put the heart to hide another person, so that changed the attire of my no longer exist in the position. I used to think that I would wait until your heart is empty again to let myself calmly bloom in front of you, but I can not resist the years and sadness, I choose to escape. Every time the surface of the calm borrowed to cover up the inner flip-flop, miserable smile behind is how much heart-breaking wounds do not want you to know.
The lonely midnight how I silently bloomed you have no way of knowing, bright wind I swayed in the dance you are not willing to appreciate, a flying yellow leaves veins clearly betrayed my thoughts, but the wind is still blown away in the rain after the fall. From beginning to end is my stage alone, one's solo dance, one's old age, one's sadness or thoughts, one's interpretation of love and crush. But every piece of memory is related to you. I was reborn in the fireworks of the dance circle, I left the millions of feelings for you to those most beautiful fireworks in the night sky, at that time, whether you are also in the garden I have no way of knowing, those east winds in the deep winter of the night flowers thousands of trees, I asked the snow snow does not speak, I asked the way to come to the road to laugh at my demented. I walked through those dim street lamps whether also in your walk through the time to give you light. Obviously a most ordinary story, but let me cut the pain. I touched my own strong wounds and said to myself that it does not hurt, if life can be repeated once, I must choose to only know each other at the beginning not to know.
It's just that there's no such thing as a first time in life.
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Writing a letter to a crush sample article twoDear Ye:
I do not know secretly call you this way, write to you, and then locked into their own cabinets is the first time.
In your eyes, I will always be the woman who doesn't care about anything, who is nervous and doesn't know how to love or hate. And in private, I am a bitter love for you, your every move in the eyes, yearning for the love of children of the little girl.
I guess all the so-called women, are because no one to give them the security they need, so they have no choice but to put on this layer of protective color, to avoid being hurt by their own simple and humble desire.
Those? I don't care?
These? I don't want it.
I am so weak and yet I love you uncontrollably.
Don't ask me what I love about you. Maybe at the beginning of my love for you I could answer, but today it is already a difficult question. Love you have become a habit, into a kind of life needs, into my sleep and three meals a day. Everything about you seems to me to be meaningful, unique, and almost divine.
My friends say I'm stupid and can't do anything about it. They say that crushes are just a child's trick, not an adult's way of dealing with feelings. If you love someone, you should simply and generously tell them and strive for your own happiness.
For an age like mine, having a crush on someone is probably too pretentious.
But I think people are not all the same. The more you look at it, the more vulnerable and sensitive you are. The more people love y, the more afraid of losing. For me so crazy love you coward, confession is too difficult. Although I do not get you now, perhaps never get you, but at least I now wake up every day still retain hope, there are daydreams can do, however, in the confession failed, I do not know how to face my disintegrating future.
Confession for me is a loss more complete than not getting.
It's not that it doesn't hurt. When I hear who you've recently fallen in love with. When I think about you like crazy in the middle of the night but have nowhere to dissipate it. When I saw the couple in love on the street tenderly looking at each other. When we finally embrace and realize I'm in a dream world. When I carefully hold the hints you gave me, I finally realized that I was just thinking too much.
However, we all want to be loved, and we are all afraid of being hurt. The difference is that some people are more eager to be loved and therefore endure hurt, while others are more afraid of hurt and therefore refuse to show love.
For me, ? I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I think I'm a good person. is always better than? I'm not going to be able to do that. I'm not willing to let the person who hurt me do so. I don't want the person who hurt me to turn from myself to you.
Besides, you've grown so distant that I've grown accustomed to having you intervene in my life in an odd way. I buy myself clothes in your favorite colors, eat your favorite foods, think back to you when I'm sitting in the bus, scribble down song lyrics when I miss you, and organize things related to you in my spare time. Although you do not know what I think, I seem to be with you every day.
I myself also feel ridiculous, you live in my side, but I am like those little girls like some far away from the sky like a star to worship you.
But this has been very good, you are like a distant and remote dream, as long as no one to puncture it, I can be when it is very empty one day may realize.
I think I'm used to this way. Love you in a spaced-out way. Fantasy belongs to us all kinds of, will you say to me every word, every look, give a variety of meanings, as a way to pass my meaningless life. I'm even afraid of you into my real life, afraid of you know that all of my spontaneity and unintentional behind all the inner drama of a thousand refinement, maybe I'm also afraid that the real you are not as I imagined, and then in the real world a little bit of loss of luster, loss of vitality, loss of my intentional or unintentional out of thin air to give you the meaning of it.
In any case, I already have a past that belongs to us, and in every night when my heart is dead and every morning when my heart is hopeful, I am always accompanied by the missing of you to redefine my life and scrub my mood. In my solo dance alone, I have also learned more or less about the emotion of love and how it can pull a person between the two ends of heaven and hell in a matter of seconds.
I don't think I'll ever regret this crush, whether I end up meeting the one or ending up alone. He was like a monologue in a play, like a silent movie, lonely but not lacking in tension, and unique. I received a gift that will never be opened, this taste and receive any size of expensive gifts are not the same, in the end, what kind of taste, in the end, only received a person can taste it.
Then, thank you for giving me such a special gift of life.
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Write a letter to a crush sample article threeXXX:
I asked what you would do if I liked you. You said that friends can like each other. I asked what if I love you? You said it's too shallow to talk about love now. I think my love is not shallow, lack of conditions, capital, strength to love you. I think my love is not shallow, if it is shallow, I will not be a crush on you; if it is shallow, I will not ask you to add the word "if"; if it is shallow, I will write this letter after sending it to you.
You said that two people who are friends are too good to be lovers, and I don't agree that I'm not doing enough to be good to you just to be friends. You make me feel that I'm only good for being a friend, not a lover. I'm a success as a friend, but a failure as a lover, so I'm only good for singles, so I might as well be a guru, who enlightens others every day, but never saves himself. You said you wouldn't fall in love for three years in college, and I said I wouldn't either. Now you say you're lonely and want to fall in love, and I say I do too. But don't you know I'm waiting for you?
We are too far away, you south and I north, how I want to go to your school. I still love Tagore's <<The Furthest Distance in the World>>.