I love you, it has nothing to do with you.
The first time I heard this sentence was in the mouth of junior high school English teacher HJ. I always call him that, not because he is strict, but because I will have a * * * sound with him in some places. Being with you is like being with a tiger, and I am afraid and respectful of him. I love you, it has nothing to do with you. I probably can't remember what kind of story he told. It's just that I'm sure he must have said it the first time I heard it.
Yes, we don't need to hurt each other. The road goes both ways. I've never heard of it once. I don't want my thoughts to bother me again. I love you, it's none of your business. Everyone's youth will probably have a vigorous love, which I call scarred. May we walk under the same starry sky, be safe and happy, and may you realize your dream and fly away.
I once silently paid attention to a girl. In my opinion, people are not machines, people are people with feelings, people with feelings. It was winter, and we both seemed to be paying attention to each other for a long time, which coincided with mine. You think I've inadvertently passed your teacher's window countless times. In fact, I believe in fate, and I am creating opportunities for each other. Just run into each other! God always cares for us, so that every time we have ulterior motives, I will not be directed and performed by myself. I see you make trouble, I see you smile, I think you are naive but more sunny, which warms me who passed you several times throughout the winter.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
From a physical point of view, friction generates heat. Finally, I survived the whole winter. Your dimples were out of wine, but I was as drunk as a dog. I deliberately let you pay attention to me, and our story sprouted in spring; On the afternoon of registration, I went to your classroom on purpose. I didn't know I would meet you, but I want to see you. Fate has once again brought us closer. You are on duty under the tree in front of the door. I saw you from a distance and pretended not to care. That was the first time I saw you after many years. You make the whole day clearer, and my mood is like the day when you lined up. From that moment, I recognized you.
You are not the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, but you are the most beautiful existence in my heart. You must be "stupid" and you don't even know it. I want to know more about you and pay attention to you. Unexpectedly, you have been looking for my news everywhere. It is fate that has brought us closer and made me sit up and take notice of you. Soon we became familiar with each other and had an unreserved meaning. You always give me a familiar sense of transparency. Your understanding and generous speech make you perfect for me!
Getting to know each other, leaving each other is just a flick of a finger.
Different families, different experiences and different habits have created completely different you and me. Everyone is particularly vulnerable in front of every relationship, and hurting others will always bring a happy ending to a relationship. I don't advocate painless moaning, and I don't like those who seem invulnerable? Because of the quiet dirt road in heaven, I am far away from hell and heaven in an instant! The creator always plays jokes on people and plays with them more or less. He always draws two people of completely different sexes together to make them "attracted to each other". Although we will be lost, disappointed and even lost in all directions, chicken soup tells people to learn to lose, regret is complete, and injury is the most precious lesson in growing up ... that's because we have no choice. What can you do if we don't give it a warm meaning? Adults who are forced to smile don't have to ridicule the painful children for not being sensible. When we make a wish to a shooting star together, we just pray for health and happiness.
Like a person, love a person is this kind of feeling, silently pay attention to, I love you, has nothing to do with you, probably this kind of emotion.