I still love you prose
I still love you prose 1She and I met in the game of "Landlord", her net name is "by chance", in fact, our acquaintance is not my initiative. Instead of cheating together, I'd rather say I helped her win points in the game, because I helped her win points while my own game points would be on some time -- yjbys.com
In the future, I know that by chance (I don't know her real name), she's a married woman. married. Even though I knew this, it still wasn't a deterrent for me to swim in the internet with her. I don't care that she has a husband, it's okay to lie to other people, but I know whether I can lie to myself or not. But we can talk freely, I can say to chance I miss you, I love you, I can't live without you. I can talk about the day to chance, chance can say to me, I am most reluctant to mention, can also be said that I have been deliberately to avoid is the chance of the husband, I don't want to because he appeared to make me originally interested in the mood of a dull. I don't want his appearance to make my original mood of interest a bit gloomy. Maybe I really selfish and ridiculous, after all, it is someone's wife, not to mention their own husbands should go to mention a never met, irrelevant people?
I admit that I have a love affair with chance, but I can only bury my love for her in the bottom of my heart because she has a husband who quietly pays for her. If I were to force myself on her in such a world, not only would it be unfair to her, but it would be a disservice to the man I don't want to talk about, and I would be hurting myself as well. "When love becomes a hurt, it is a great sorrow!" I y appreciate this teaching.
The days and months pass by. Maybe it's because there are occasional days when I feel that time passes so quickly. These days, I prefer to chat with Serendipity, and Serendipity enjoys chatting with me. I don't know what it is, but I find myself y enjoying my conversations with her when I talk to her. If she was absent, I would be anxious inside, I would be gloomy, I would be ruminating, and it seemed that I had gotten out of the habit of her avatar being gray. It's hard to miss someone, and occasionally I'm busy, but I'm considerate of her as if she were my wife. I will be the first time to talk to her when she is resting, if it is together, maybe I will pass a cup of fragrant tea for her to ease her fatigue. Of course, not being able to be with her would result in lacking in some way, and I just think that's fine. Even sometimes say something to their future wife are not necessarily able to say words to say to her, I just feel that this is quite happy.
Chance has said that I am a very optimistic, very sunny, very good at talking to a person, I give her life adds a lot of color. In fact, I am not such a person. Not to say that chance to look away, I am not because of her existence and change the original sentimental psychology. I don't know, I use these cold words to bring the occasional many feelings at the same time, but also with drops of hot tears drowned the output of these words key. It is her reasonable character in the silent tolerance of my shortcomings, it is her gentle and soft character in the continuous encouragement of my merits, it is the type of her good at talking in the silent stimulation of my potential.
In fact, in a quiet valley, the name "chance" has long been echoed there, that is my affectionate and caring cry, that is she can not see or long perceived a place, but also I can only be there for the name of indulgence without counterattacks.
A dream is a dream, and one day it will wake up. I began to be timid, fearful, and helpless about this dream that would wake up at any moment. If this dream can never wake up, I am willing to immerse myself in this dream that can make me happy for the rest of my life until the end of my life.
(If you say that knowing you is the fate of God gave me, then why should I joke that you are already married, when you are not happy that day, please remember that I still still love you ...)
I still love you prose 2Unintentionally and a friend gossip a little bit, he said: now the life of the dead fish in general, there is not a trace of passion, every day, but for the turnover of the day, the turnover of the three meals, with a bed that needs to be climbed, and a bed that needs to be climbed. The first thing I want to do is to get out of bed and get out of the house, and I want to get out of the house. Looking out the window at the hot landscape, I could not help but shiver.
Yes, a lot of people live a dead fish life, perhaps including me. We, from a rainy day, gradually lost the unlimited pursuit of life, the earnest desire for love, the ideal of the sworn fight ...... every day, just leaning against the tired seat, to the pale computer screen, a stroke, write a depraved and plain life, the limp young man looking up at the starry night sky, but also The limp boy looking up at the starry sky also lives only in the memory of parallel time and space. When our fingers are sore, our body is getting soft, and our thoughts are like a short-circuited TV set, we realize that we no longer love everything around us. The luxury of life is to sleep when we are tired and eat when we are hungry. So this is the way it goes, can not help but ask yourself: what else can we love?
Perhaps this is growth. Growing up is that those people or things that we have loved, with the passing of time and forgetting, forgetting those lofty ambitions, prompting us to love nothing. Riding on the back of a cowherd boy, eventually put on a bag, in order to far away from the heavy life, throw away the pastoral flute, away from the cheerful poetry, on the site of moving bricks; playing barefoot jumping rubber band silly girl, will also be in a dress, in order to attract the attention of a person, selfie beauty, the loss of long-lost childish innocence, full of loneliness to travel. I remember that I have written such a paragraph: I would rather love the dark skin, tied with a ponytail silly girl, but also do not want to love the fair skin, full of foundation of the big beauty, not because I do not love the beauty, but the beauty of my eyes is real and natural. In order to the beauty of my eyes, often overlooking the bleak earth, I love the beauty of the long disappeared with the fickle society, searching for the search can not be found.
While searching, while growing old. I thought that I would never be able to meet the beautiful scenery that I love, but the most interesting thing about life is that it is a surprise to you when you are discouraged. Some people say it's called the harder you work, the luckier you get; others say it's called the luck of the draw. In a life where the water is still warm and not yet cold, there is a kind of beauty, accompanied by a long BGM, stepping into the rainy alley of the soul, you are a lilac girl, let people fall in love with you at first sight, and then look at the city. Probably even you yourself do not know, you have a special magic, can steal all my warm and slightly erotic eyes. Because I happened to meet you, so that my low life has a little climax, so that I began to open my eyes to the world and dreams, love is this kind of magic, make the dead ashes rekindle, make sleepy people full of spirit. And you, see here, whether you can understand the love in my barren words...
Love, write up the strokes simple, love but complex. At first love a person, will be full of love, poetry, will blow the loudest bull, will promise the most romantic promises, will send the most vicious oath. What the world a hundred winks a thousand red, only you let people love; what the spring breeze is not as beautiful as your smile, just want to stay with you to old age; what you don't frown, you don't shed tears, you're the most precious to me; what I do things for three minutes of hotness, but love you for so long ...... these romantic and elegant words, I have heard from too many men around me, the first time I listen to I feel funny, listen to more will feel disgusting. And I, in the face of the loved ones, what all know, but what all refuse to say. Because I know: love a person, the most important thing is not what you say, but you do not say anything, she heard from your mouth what. Apparently, the you I love is deaf and can't hear anything. So, I am also deaf, and gradually become blind, on the side of all the scenery do not love la, such as dead fish, floating in the sea of years.
I probably don't love everything around me anymore. Even so, I found that I still can't lie to myself, in fact, I still love you. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. You are nobody, you are yourself. You're so silly in your simplicity that I often worry you won't be able to blend in with the harsh reality; you blink your eyes and I spend centuries with it; it's you, and only you, that makes me even think of the names of our grandchildren. Every day, you are the one I need the most, even though you don't need me. Your name is ordinary and beautiful, sometimes in the manuscript paper randomly dance pen, do not know, your name has written a full page.
Forgive me for not being able to say your name, for this reason, can only say one sentence: I still love you.
I still love you prose 3
Not to say goodbye to the past, do not expect the future.
Turning over the old diary, every page is about you. Suddenly, I felt that my world was raining...
There was a time when I didn't have time to stop and rest and entertain myself at all. I'm afraid that the city I'm in has no place for me, and I'm afraid that I'm not working hard enough to survive, so I arrange a lot of things for myself to do every day, such as my job, additional part-time jobs, and I'm often overwhelmed by the pressure. But I always think that under the light of day, everyone is a messenger from the green to the light, and the body is flowing with the poetry of fate and reincarnation.
A while ago, I watched "Ex 3", I thought I would be particularly sensitive to these themes of the movie, always thought that the storyline of the movie will not happen in their own body, but everything is what we think it is. A lot of people say, walking on the street, one day, we will become what we hate. Yes, we repeat the same life every day, running around constantly to make ends meet. There are times to stop and think. In the chaotic world of mortals, how many people can walk on the edge of the knife without a scratch? Who can be deep in the mud to do flawless jade? Those who once thought that we could not forget things in the process of forgetting, we have forgotten. We put down the dignity, put down the personality, put down the stubbornness, are just because can not let go of a you right.
Perhaps life is a game of misadventure, a play to pull open, a play curtain. In fact, I also understand that we probably hesitate is the nature of man, then we always hesitate when we meet people like, hesitate each other is not also like themselves, hesitate whether the time is ripe, hesitate themselves is not good enough, timid when we persuade ourselves to come back to the next day, thinking not as follows once it, thinking that there will always be a next time. Life met some people and things are always unknowingly by the flood of memory stratification Yang sprinkler, precipitation, the story between us, I have been thinking, some people have not forgotten; some happy still hang in the corner of the mouth at times, some sentimental still always circling in the bottom of the heart. The journey of life, we will always walk with sadness, memory may not have too much happiness and joy to stay. Whenever the city's neon and the hustle and bustle of the curtain falls, our mood is often accompanied by loneliness and frustration.
But looking back, it turns out that I still love you, just love is very careful, those flowing sentiments from time to time will penetrate the cold of the deep winter, in each wind up leaf fall afternoon climbed on the eyebrows, in the heart of the lake gently swung open, a long time can not be calm. Perhaps, we should give ourselves a longing state of life, live out their own 'look. Once, I tried to cherish, there are your days, the air is exceptionally warm, all the right and wrong seem so extenuating. But the years are always silent precipitation of the good, after years, will still be the most thick feedback sealed in the bottom of the heart.
When I once again stand at the intersection of the end of the year, looking back at 20xx, will not be wasted a year's time and regret, will not be ashamed of doing nothing, will not be hesitant to lose because of the encounter with the right person, will not be lost because of the loss of belonging to their own things and sad. Everyone will be uneasy will be apprehensive, but as long as you are brave enough, the distance from one city to another is only a few hours, and the like that has been held back for many years will be able to get a response.
I don't know if the thoughts of the other side of the river that I stepped on injured will be restored, and our story should have an ending. Life into the picture like flowers, a season of blooming, a season of fading, walking and talking and collecting, just, some of the scenery really can not be painted too bleak.
The story tugs at the landscape of the current year, so I still love you...
I still love you prose 4
It turns out that not enough is not enough
No matter how much to experience to try to
Not enough is not enough
It is not extravagant to come back and there is no way to turn back
Repeatedly repeated.
Just to realize how the other person felt at the time
I got it, but it's just a pattern of drifting away
Is it better for us
Or is it just an indirect way of pulling us apart
A way of healing each other's wounds and getting fainter and fainter
In the face of this how can I go back to the past
I don't know where my persistence leads to.
Maybe you're better off...
So, should I let go of your hand
Or even let go of your mouth and be the bad guy
Or should I try to understand and realize that this is the model I want to follow
It's a pity that what you've done is to throw me away
And let your heart fade away, and push me away too
I've been in love with you for so many years. I've loved you for so many years, but I can't understand the love that you've shown me.
What I can't feel is the least bit of love.
I've become a basic person who cares about you.
What's left of us.
If you're the one you need,
I'm the one who was under too much pressure at the time.
I'm so desperate to get away from you, that I've tried to get away.
It's like two people who have been together for a long time, divorced from each other
Tied up with a sense of attachment, but without the identity to say anything
It turns out that four years ago, two years later
In the end, you are still suitable for your own person
And I am still the one who was abandoned by you outside of the world
I am still in love with you prose 5
In a flash, I feel like losing all of my life. It was as if I had lost everything. The people who said that they would not leave have easily gone away, scattered.
Left me, who understood my weakness, who gave me a promise, who sent away my persistence, who buried my fragility.
I leaned against the wall in a state of disarray, let the tears from the cheeks, leaving behind only bitter ......
I tortured my heart broken, I have nothing. Over and over again, I said to myself: I don't care, I really don't care
But I found that the smile even red eyes. I can't let go of you after all, so let you live in my incomplete heart.
Because sometimes too plain, love will leave the original warm harbor.
At the time of your departure, please remember, behind the love in a low voice crying, there is a person has been waiting for you.
I still love you prose 6
When I sat quietly in front of the computer and slowly recalled our past, I realized that there are many things early in the life of the non-stop forward gradually forgotten, even including the past was hidden in the depths of our memories of the past.
My encounter with you is like a bridge in a novel story, to later recall to feel so incredible, and now I understand that Prince Charming can never belong to Cinderella. In the youth of the road we stumbled, leaving a deep or shallow footprints, even after so long, I still do not want to write down every detail of our past, I want to let them only belong to myself, they will always exist in my memory, as for whether to remember or forget, that depends on the fate of the arrangement.
We know six years, but the real contact time is not more than a year, before I never believe in fate, but since I met you, I believe in fate and love at first sight. Honestly, my feelings for you is love at first sight, see your first eyes, my eyes can no longer leave from you, even if the big halo in front of my eyes, my eyes can only see you, from that moment on, I am willing to only for you to stop. I know I'm not good, so I keep working hard in your direction, trying to catch up with you, going to the places you've been, listening to the songs you've heard, doing the things you've done, in order to just have the same memories as you do, but no matter how hard I try to run towards you, the distance between us is just getting further and further away. Because I forgot, what you want is not a person who will always be behind you to catch up with you, what you need is a person who accompanies you and goes forward and backward with you***. Figure out this fact when I cried, I slowly squatted on the ground, want to plead with you can not wait for me a little, in fact, I can also do that accompanied by you beside the person, just you have been non-stop to move forward so ignored me, as long as you are willing to wait for me, wait for me to step towards your habitat, let me take care of you, accompany you ...... but in my still Not finished when you told me that I was wrong, you said you can never stop your footsteps for anyone ......
In my dream from time to time there is your figure appear, perhaps only in the dream you can belong to me, you can seriously look at me behind you. In the past, I always complained why you don't love me, why you don't wait for me, until I saw this passage, "I like bananas, but you gave me a car full of apples, and then you said that you were touched by yourself, and asked me why I wasn't touched. I was speechless, and then you told the world that you spent all your money to buy me a cart full of apples, but I wasn't even a little bit touched, and that I must be a hard-hearted person! I must have something wrong with my character! But I just like bananas!"
I have always thought that I love you waiting for your six years is what you owe me, you should compensate me, but now I know very well, these are my own gift to their own precious memories, no matter how much pain, how humble, and now I'm proud of those memories, because I have loved with a bang, cried my heart out, and cherished in my bones. These are the things that no one else can give me, no one can give me better memories than you.
Now I have been freed from the pain of losing you, I can truly bless you, bless you to find the right other half, accompany you through the most precious life, bless your family happiness, because that is what I once dreamed of happiness. I am very grateful to have met each other in our best youth and have had deep memories. I hope I can still meet you in my next life, but for a period of not just six years, but a lifetime.
Bless you, my dear.