Do you miss me?

I miss you, really, really, really much. Will you miss me?

I miss you and am always struggling with whether I should let you know or whether I can let you know. Maybe you don't know, maybe you already know, maybe one day you will know, maybe you will never know.

We were supposed to meet in a previous life, but we missed the fate of this life. In order to get to know each other in this life, I worked hard, worked tirelessly, and spared no effort to search in the vast sea of ??people. Finally, God showed mercy and allowed us to bump into each other on the fingertips. From that moment on, we were destined to have a boundless, endless, and endless life. Endless thoughts.

The night is very late, and I can’t sleep tossing and turning. Your smile, your demeanor, your figure, every word you say, are constantly flashing in front of my eyes, constantly flashing in front of my eyes. Ringing in the ears. Closing your eyes, you immediately ran into your brain and into your heart, unable to pull you away or push you away. well! Simply get up and turn on the computer. I understand that you should not be here at this time. Even if you are here, I don't want to disturb you. I don't want to disturb you and I can't disturb you. All I can do is stare at your avatar without blinking, call you silently in my heart, and let the two different "Is" argue and fight. For one second, two seconds, three seconds, I want a miracle to happen, I want to hear your proactive greetings, I want to see your face, I want to listen to your voice. One minute has passed, five minutes have passed, and your profile picture is still black, always black, without any sign of flickering. In fact, Ben knew that even if he waited until dawn, he would not get the result he wanted. When did that charming smile turn so cold and frosty? Where did that cheerfulness and heroic spirit drift to? Do you know how much I miss you? Do you know how helpless, helpless and hopeless I feel? I miss you, I have no sleep, I miss you, I have no idea. Will you miss me?

The night is dark, and only the street lights are still sticking to their posts and fulfilling their responsibilities. However, there was also confusion in that tired light. I looked through the balcony glass window to the gray sky, oh, I saw a shining star looking towards my window sill. So, is it you, or your bright eyes? The night was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the sound of your own heart breaking. I couldn't help but reach out mechanically, trying to pick up the fragments scattered on the floor, trying to carefully piece them together into a prototype. Ask the sky, who will illuminate this dark night for me? In this quiet night, who will listen to my voice? Why is it that the vast ocean of my thoughts is filled with traces of you? I have warned myself countless times: Don’t think about things that don’t belong to you, don’t expect the beautiful illusion of mirage, don’t fish for the moon in the water, don’t pick the flowers in the mirror. I have also kept asking myself, is it fate or calamity that I met you? Is it a blessing or a pain? Is it wrong to think about you? Why do you make yourself so nervous? I can't find the answer, and no one can give me the answer. I'm even more afraid of knowing the answer. Just like this, I miss you all the time, I can't help but think of you, I can't help but miss you, it's so real and hopeless. I can't get close to you, and I can't tell you. All I can do, helpless and helpless, is to fall asleep with your name on my pillow at night, and smell your ink-scented breath during the day. In the early morning, the sun rises slowly. Is that golden sunshine the smile you hold out? This warm beam of light that penetrates the window glass at all costs is a generous gift from you? How did you sleep last night? Have I ever entered your dream? Have you had breakfast today? What are you thinking and doing at this moment? Will you remember me? I look at the elegant white clouds in the sky. Did it just visit you? Did it bring you news? I greet the hurried breeze. Is it the messenger you sent? Although we are far apart, we still share the same blue sky, enjoy the mountains and rivers, and bathe in the light of the same sun and moon. At this time, can you hear the call in my heart and feel how much I miss you? I miss you, even though I can’t say it out loud, I can never deceive myself. There is always the loudest voice echoing firmly in my heart, that is, I miss you, I still miss you, I still miss you. I understand that some distances can never be crossed, and some wishes can never be realized. I can only let unreasonable melancholy attack me, and I can only let endless thoughts tightly bind my heart.

I miss you, I can’t tell you. Many times, my heart can’t help but want to say something, but my brain ruthlessly resists.

When I miss you, look at your avatar, look at the chat content, and recall what you said; when I miss you, look at your space dynamics, search for traces of you from your words, and collect from your words. Your information and insights into your mood from your Weibo. I don’t want to delay your normal work, I don’t want to waste your precious time, I don’t want you to regard my thoughts as a burden, and I don’t want you to laugh at my “madness” and “stubbornness”. All I can do is to plunge myself into endless busyness and find ways to fill all the gaps in time. Even so, you are still pervasive, like air, everywhere, like life, you must breathe to live.

The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, nor the opposite side of the sky, but that I am right in front of you, but you can’t see me; the biggest obstacle in the world is not iron walls or cliffs and ravines, but I tell you my true feelings every day, but you can't hear a word. The saddest thing in the world is not misunderstanding or sadness, but that I clearly miss you so much that my heart aches, but I still have to pretend that everything doesn't matter. do you miss me? Do you understand me? As long as you understand, I don’t need to speak, I don’t need to show emotion, I don’t need to be sad, I don’t need to be intimate, I can just look at you from a distance, quietly, silently, just like this blankly, stupidly, and foolishly. I miss you so softly, quietly and murmuringly. As long as you are there, I will not approach you, disturb you, delay you, or be jealous of you, as long as you understand how much I miss you.

I miss you, I can’t tell you. I don’t want to cause any disadvantage to you, I don’t want to influence your thoughts, I don’t want to ruin your emotions. However, I still can't control myself no matter what. Without your information for a day, I will have many, many guesses: Are you too busy at work? Are you in a bad mood? Are you sick? Are you on a business trip? Did I say something wrong? Is there something I didn't do well? Is it true that if I don’t get any news from you on the Internet or find any clues, I will be restless, worrying about gains and losses, as if I am seriously ill. Then, holding the phone in hand, editing the information over and over again, carefully considering each word, inputting your number carefully, pressing it with your finger, and taking it back again and again, thinking and weighing over and over again, not knowing what to do. It shouldn't have been sent out, let alone whether it was inappropriate or not. On days when I don’t see you, I sit in front of the computer all day long, anxiously waiting for you to come online. I can’t bear to leave for a moment, for fear that I will leave you for a moment and make you wait. I am afraid that if I neglect you for a moment, I will miss the opportunity to have a “face-to-face” conversation with you. Good opportunity. I would rather wait in vain than miss you. You are finally here, and I feel an inexplicable joy and excitement in my heart, but I don’t want you to penetrate my mood. I can only try my best to suppress the impulse and excitement, or send you faint greetings and blessings as if nothing has happened, or casually Find a topic to tease, or just look at you without saying anything. I miss you without affecting you; I miss you without shocking you; I miss you without putting any pressure on you; I miss you without being embarrassed, forced, or boring. If I see that you are very active, with moody texts, article updates, and comments to others, but you just ignore yourself, I will be sad, sad, aggrieved, suspicious, jealous, and overly worried. He will be able to have all five tastes, all five internal organs will be destroyed, he will be able to reflect on himself, and he will give up on himself.

I miss you so much that I can’t say more. I can't let you accompany me day and night, let alone let you lose yourself. I can’t let you relieve yourself of your family responsibilities, I can’t let you give up your beloved career, and I can’t let you lose your brilliance and charm in the hearts of everyone. I really miss you, there is no doubt about it, it’s irresistible, but no matter how much I miss you, I can’t bring you a glass of water when you are thirsty or a pill for you when you are sick. I can't help you organize your files when you are busy, I can't cover you with clothes to keep out the cold when you are cold, or wipe your sweat or encourage you when you are sweating. It’s not that I can’t do it, it’s not that I don’t want to do it, or I don’t want to do it, but we are far apart and I can’t do anything. No matter how anxious or distressed I am, there is nothing I can do. I can't cause you any trouble, or make you lose respect or dignity. No matter how much I miss you, I must protect your honor. This longing is just like and love, appreciation and respect, worship and admiration, understanding and tolerance, morality and quality, self-esteem and self-love, dedication and contribution, sympathy, honor and disgrace, and love. Never leaving is a deep friendship that is priceless and hard to buy.

Constantly remind yourself that everything should be for your sake, to make you relaxed, to make you happy, to make you happy, to make you successful, to make you more complete and perfect. Miss you, so what? I can't do anything for you or make you miss me as much as I miss you. Even the question "Will you miss me?" is so feeble. Missing you is a kind of happy pain, missing you is a kind of sad beauty. If I miss you, I will dance with joy. If I miss you, I will be so sad that I can’t help myself.

Some people may say that I am too rational, but that is not the case. I am equally reckless when I am emotional. Maybe some people say that I am too timid, but that is not the case. When I am impulsive, I am equally reckless. They said I was indecisive, but that was not the case. I became determined and continued to move forward. Maybe some people will say that I am too emotional, too presumptuous, and too unrealistic. However, if everyone becomes a piece of iron and wood that cannot eat the fireworks of the world, our thoughts will become rigid, our emotions will become numb, and our eyes will become numb. If only money and power are left, then the world will be so boring and ruthless, and people's lives will be so boring and sad. I am also a normal person, I also long to love and be loved, I also hope that my thoughts are mutual, and I also hope that my efforts are reciprocal. It's just that I can't express all my love easily, and I can't express all my thoughts at any time. Because, I don’t want to hurt anyone, I don’t want to involve anyone, I don’t want to make people laugh, I don’t want to cause trouble to the people I like, I don’t want to make the person I miss feel guilty and at a loss, and I don’t want the person I miss to bear any pressure or burden. It is enough for me to be sad alone, it is enough for me to be heartbroken, and it is enough for me to bear it silently.

I miss you forever, no matter how hard I try, I can’t drive you away from my heart. Missing you penetrates into the blood. As long as I live, my thoughts will flow endlessly. Is it right or wrong to miss you? Is it absurd or common sense? I couldn't explain it clearly, and no one explained it to me. Emotions cannot be controlled, love cannot be controlled, and longing cannot be controlled. Life is full of too many accidents and opportunities, but also full of too many helplessness and regrets. Fate is already a gift from God. Regret is not a kind of beauty. However, it is always a pity that there is no destiny. This kind of beauty is ultimately regrettable. I often think, often miss, and often wander, hesitant and hesitant at the intersection of sensibility and rationality. People say that loving and being loved, thinking and being thought of, are all happiness. I want to say that this kind of happiness is actually very sad. Because, I can only bury this love and longing deeply in my heart forever. I don’t want you to know, and I can’t let it blossom and bear fruit. This kind of helplessness is only helpless, can only be helpless, can only be helpless, can only be helpless.

I miss you, I really, really, really miss you! Do you miss me too?