Diary of an Old Affair
She was such a big-hearted, half-sad, half-bright girl.
The days after the midterm exams, the first love affair began. She spent her days in the guitar classroom, practicing songs.
And he, at that time, just graduated from high school, has not retired the child-like smile, is a handsome and temperament of the boy.
He seemed to be very busy, and it was rare to run into him going to class. He has a very good relationship with girls and knows how to make them happy.
Nineteen years old, he wore a white shirt, and in a moment of trance, she remembered all the good things about him, and remembered that summer's glittering, unrepeatable, transparent smile.
The second time they met, he sent her home, she remembers the scenery they walked through, the words they said, the warmth of his eyes and the goodness of his caprice.
Later, she recognized him as her brother, and he took her to the movies, did history coursework for her, prepared her speech for the school competition, and bought her the cake she loved to eat.
She liked the way he looked in his uniform, retired from childishness, a real charming maturity.
After she met him, she felt the world was warm.
Later, her first relationship ended.
The guy said that she was replacing the guy with her brother.
She smiled and said he was my brother. That boy was so stupid.
In fact, the minuscule amount of joy that boy gave her was far less than a word from her brother.
She stubbornly believes that the original is the best.
Brother said that if in because of that boy and hurt himself will not care about her.
She didn't listen, she chose love and gave up on her brother.
Though she still knew that her brother was doing it for her good.
And then, the boy contacted her less and less.
Or separated, can not give each other's happiness is not necessary to see each other again.
In the next few days, there was no brother in her life.
She did not know what language to use to repeat the sadness.
He left without saying goodbye, he was nowhere to be found.
Continuing with her studies and life, hiding something in the silence.
Until one day, she received a letter from her brother.
She could not remember what she felt at that time, whether it was joy, helplessness, or sadness.
He told her that he was in love.
She and a friend went to meet him at the station.
It was the first time I saw him for a long time.
Shoes, cigarettes, and a police uniform are unfamiliar.
The girl next to him, not tall, like the first bloom of the cherry blossom as tranquil and clear.
She sent them away from the Jilin station.
Later, he never contacted her.
He told her that he had abandoned her.
But she was foolishly immersed in the story she had woven for herself.
Those days of pushing the bike, drinking juice,
those days of leaning on the shoulder and sniffing the unknown smell of his clothes.
Those days of listening to him talk about high school life with a warm smile.
Aojung brother, you see, our story is being recounted by me in such plain words.
In spite of the pain, I still have to be strong and stoic to bear.
I don't know when I can face the world alone.
To be able to really honest, selfless, all the feelings are sorted out clearly.
Just quietly let the thoughts blossom all over the place.
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's not like I'm going to be able to give myself a three-day window of opportunity
It's not like I'm going to be able to give myself a three-day window of opportunity
But it's not like I'm going to be able to give myself a three-day window of opportunity
It's going to be able to give myself a three-day window of opportunity
But it's not like I'm going to be able to do it.
I don't know how to find a job
I said you're not looking for me
He said I don't know how to do it on my own
I'm going to go to a place tomorrow
I'll look for one if I can find one
I'll say yes
But you have to find me a place to live
Otherwise, I can't go to your place without a place to stay
It's not good enough for me to go to yours without a place to stay. I can't go to your place without a place to stay
He said, "What?"
We can only be friends, so don't think about it."
I told him, "Oh, I know. You don't have to find me a place to stay."
I can't go to your place without a place to stay." "I don't have anyone else." "I don't know anybody else." "I can't do it." "I can't go." "I can't go.
I'm not going to go
You have to take care of yourself
He said, "Oh."
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's simple, isn't it
I don't think I'm going to be able to think about all of that
So there's no need to give myself three days
The answer is clear now
I'm going to give up
I'm going to give it up for good
"My dear
Though I'm still
Because I really love you
But I'll learn to give up on you
I won't bother you from now on
You have to take care of yourself"
It's that simple
We're done for good
He said let's be friends
I can't do it
I can't do it.
I can't do it
Because I'm afraid I can't let go
So I don't want to
I won't contact him again
I'll pull the plug on him
I'll make sure he doesn't contact me
He won't be able to see me again
I'll be gone like I've disappeared
He won't be able to find me
Even if he regrets it one day
I don't know what I'm talking about
I don't know if I'll be able to find you. Even if he regrets it one day
and comes back to me
he won't be able to find me
I won't let him find me either
We're completely over
everything is over
it's over
When the baby was born
It's been six years since we've seen each other in elementary school. an occasional opportunity we met, and the huge contrast stunned me!
I was a sophomore in high school, and he used to be a bad boy who did nothing wrong.
Now he's the father.
His children's skin is so soft that it breaks with a finger.
Very cute.
Seeing the child just a few days old, I felt that it was not easy to raise my mom!
Said a lot of people who do not read almost all married, children have.
He was so busy with his kids that he hardly slept.
He spends a lot of money, almost nothing financial resources, desperately trying to make money.
He realizes that there are a lot of divorces these days.
He's very focused on all kinds of emotions, is nostalgic, and becomes friendly even with people he hates.
He's gotten old and gaunt, and his eyes are cloudy.
But he becomes mature and responsible.
Growing up we always have bumps and bruises, and the result is not to know it, but the most afraid is to experience it.
The beauty of the smoke ring
The past is like the wind, the past is like smoke, everything is like the beauty of the smoke ring, life is too much helplessness, perhaps life is not their own can be predicted with the left and right, once sworn alliance, the love of the past and sadness everything is so unrealistic, the past is like smoke, love is like the smoke ring, touching the unattainable, the beauty of the illusion of the misty only in the moment! But I always believe that fate is to be cherished, not to be squandered, the most important thing is that, then truly love each other! Love a person does not have to have her, but have a person, must cherish her. The most important thing is that you have to cherish the love of a person! Otherwise it will just be a beautiful smoke ring!
Birthday has been the past few days, but this birthday let me feel the pain of the skin, I would like you to send just a word, but the final answer is that I want more!
In the past, after work, you I will be on time at the end of the network to talk with each other, accompanied by the landlord, like you with me to be good, think about these sweet and cozy, but nowadays have been far away! In the network illusion and reality, we can always find an unspoken tacit understanding; a kind of happiness with you; a kind of unspeakable feeling; a kind of longing for thoughts. --On the road of life, there are you and me, let us in love and affection for each other will not be lonely and lonely, love and affection is valuable, lies in that know each other, cozy feeling. The beautiful feeling of mutual knowledge and mutual understanding!
Ordinary you gave me an ordinary love, look in the eyes, hold in the palm of your hand, remember in the brain, stay in the heart. Just because you let me know what is the real love. This love is like a birthmark, has long been y reflected in the mind, not to paint off erase!
After all this, you let me understand what is love, love, sometimes do not need the promise of alliance, but it must need meticulous care and greetings: love, sometimes do not need the Liangzhu Butterfly's sadness, but it must need to have a tacit understanding of the heart and fit: love, sometimes do not need to male and female fly with the follow, but it must need to be with each other's support and understanding, and at the same time, also needs The time in patience! The time in patience!
To this day, I know that our feelings have ended, I do not know whether to be happy for you or to feel sorry for themselves, in fact, regardless of a love or friendship is not boil, he brought us is always a blessing and happiness! Regardless of each meeting or with the help of the network information transfer, to bring you I will always be that endless miss with warm greetings, I am still me, no matter how far you pull away from my distance, care for your heart is always the same. Wish you every day happy! All the best! My forever Chroma, my beloved Z! But this will not be a burden to you anymore! The past is like smoke!
It is often said that friendship is a blessing of a lifetime! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it in a way that you don't have to. I'm not a person who believes in destiny, and now I can only use destiny to get rid of their own lost souls, QQ number I as usual every day on the line, just that end can no longer see your avatar flashing, this end can no longer feel the warmth of you! The first thing I've noticed is that I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it! But I am afraid of harassing your peaceful life!
pro you know, all this I had a premonition, in fact, every meeting this year I cherish, because I know you are fickle, I do not know that time is our last meeting, so I am afraid of the arrival of this day, every time I think of you will leave me, I am always terrified, but the reality is cruel, but also the reality of life is like a dream, the years are merciless, he brought me He brought me not only the bitter years and endless regrets, I also want to admonish myself with style, "live is actually for a mood. Poor or rich, gain or loss, everything is just smoke and mirrors. But I still can't get rid of you branded in the bottom of my heart, how many times intentionally meet, looking at you that intentionally or unintentionally, seem to smile non-smiling face, I ended up crying and laughing, I don't know why I want to go to meet, I also feel that I am as good as Coke!
When the fingertips gently struck the keyboard, the fate of the sky can no longer draw your symbols, there is no communication between the heart and the heart, as if each other in the end of the world has become so strange. May you cherish the good time of acquaintance, edge in, cherish the edge; edge to go, with the edge. Cherish that belongs to our once, more hope that you cherish the future you will get in the future!
Suddenly remembered that you often speak of that sentence, love is no one who is right and who is wrong, only who do not know who to cherish, yes! People are not grass, who can be ruthless, feelings why sacrifice to feel wonderful, why hurt to feel real, why to shed tears to prove that it is true love. Remember what I said, if there is an afterlife, I will love you well. I hope that when we turn around, we can see each other! Instead of leaving in the opposite direction!
Perhaps I think of love too beautiful, too romantic, but life must still be real, when I can not take off the shackles in time, when I can not give you a promise in time, those who have been crazy for love, once for the love of madness, once the bombardment, all seem so pale and powerless, leaving behind only the body of the tired, life as a cup of coffee without sugar ... ... . bitter ...... bitter ...... bitter ...... !
I often open the computer lying on the bed to watch a movie, but do not know what to put on, full of mind full of thoughts about you, in fact, know you really good. You give me the 'feeling' will always remember! Time has taken away the past, but left the most beautiful memories, the years bleached the passion, but accumulated more feelings, counting the past drops, there have been laughter, tears and precious. You give me every greeting at this time like sprouting thoughts spread out, the attachment will live firmly in my heart. Drunkenness knows that the wine is thick, love knows the weight of the party → In fact, no matter how many people have loved before or now, no matter how happy or painful you love, in the end, you are not to learn how to love, but just as you that log!
Z! Encountering you is the most beautiful encounter in my life, and knowing you is the most splendid scenery of my life! Love is romantic, no matter how things change, although life is realistic But I've been crazy for love, for love crazy, I believe that being loved is happier than loving people. Love is me, being loved is you, a person blindfolded, may not feel the heat of the light, but can feel the warmth of love. By now I don't know how to characterize our relationship, but I know that the soulmate is the most perfect deep friendship, the confidant is the most intimate tacit understanding, and lastly shouted at you once dear! Looking back, think of people living is a mood, gain or loss, mood good Everything is good." It's good to know you. The feeling you gave me will always be remembered! Time to take away just the past, he could not take away those warm and sweet memories you left behind!
A person, a loneliness, a mood
A person thinks, a person walks, a person laughs, a person cries, a person is sad, a person from the heart to the heartless, a song from the sentient to the sentimental, this is my mood now, but also my feelings for your obsession.
A man's world, a man listening to songs, a man walking, a man drinking tea, a man sad, a man happy, a man talking to himself, a man humming and singing to himself, a man sitting on the railing to see the night scene, a man waiting for the moon to fall in the morning, a man walking through the wind and rain, a man living, perhaps very lonely, very lonely.
A person's life, forget the time, forget the existence, forget the past without forgetting. A person has a kind of inexplicable sense of security, but there is a kind of inexplicable loneliness, previously not accustomed to but gradually accustomed to. A person's wonderful, because a person's world, only a person understand.
Encounter, acquaintance, acquaintance. Meet is encounter, acquaintance is fate, know each other is happy. So now what is left, thinking for me only torment, in a kind of waiting torment. Alone, I haven't listened to music as calm as water for a long, long time. For example, some things, we live until now, still do not know; for example, some love, obviously serious love, do not know how many people can finally get.
At this time, outside the window, the rain pattered down. Suddenly, feel a person's heart some tired, more some confused. Constantly trying to tell myself that I must insist, just like when I first appeared for the promise, it is a promise and a vow. Just, don't know how long a person can still hold on; just, don't know how long a person still have to wait. What's more, I don't know when the memory of that acacia can continue tomorrow's story ......
A person's night, a person's waiting. I don't remember this is the first few nights, also don't remember this is how many times to wait. Just know that a person is still insisting, still waiting.
The night, the night of love. Endless long night long, lingering love long. Who knows, deep in the heart of the pain. Who knows, buried deep in the memory of the past. For a long time, more often want to forget, like my thoughts. Countless times I want to forget the memory, countless times wandering in the valley of feelings, countless times struggling in the emotional abyss. I know, this is very tired. I know, this is very stupid. However, there is always such a bone-deep love, there is always such a heartfelt love. Is that a memory? Or is it a long time for the past can not let go?
Night, quiet night. The time has been very late, there is still no trace of sleep. A person's lonely, unheard of lonely mood is wrapped in this dark night layer. Struggle, wailing. Everything is to no avail, all this is also coldly mocked by the night, like a clown mocking the emotions. Why? Why abandon me in the emotional abyss? Why? Why did you forget me in the misplaced space? Yesterday's dream can no longer be renewed, choosing to wander on the edge. I am like the earthly drift, with the wind and pass away, can not find the home of love; I am like the drift of the lonely boat, drifting with the waves, can not find the harbor of docking. Years and years change, time and space change, I am waiting in the old age. A dream of a thousand years, ten thousand worlds of desolation, I died in the watch ......
The night is so quiet, quiet let a person a little want to shed tears; life is so pale, pale let a person a little powerless; reality is so cruel, cruel let a person a little sad; feeling so clear, clear let a person a little hypocritical; pain is so real, real let a person a little Numbness ......
Choose to be alone, choose to be lonely, choose to sink, choose to wait, wait for a long time without an ending. In a person's world staged with love has nothing to do with the monologue, the dream and hope folded sent to tomorrow, the sadness and pain stale in the memory of the buried, with silence and calm to cover up all the uneasiness, overwhelm, and despair ......
A person's world, a person's life, every night that I want to think of you, every dream. Every minute, every time I think of you, every time I lose ......
The deeper the night comes, the more the heart slowly settles, and I feel more and more lonely, just like standing on the railroad tracks and looking at the long, endless loneliness. The neon lights on the street flashing, brightly, it determines, a kind of life trajectory. Loneliness has no direction, until one squats down, and the tear drops fall, then one sees, the figure in the tears. Loneliness is a black water lily, in the endless black, spread to the fullest. I'm like standing in an unoccupied square, trying to shout, but no sound, the fear inside, oneself is slowly swallowed, more and more lonely, small, long. Walking alone, looking up and down, is it lonely? Walking alone, thinking of you when you think of you, is the heart broken? The fragmented sky, always, with fragmented thoughts. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Acacia has no boundaries, loneliness has no end. Just in the distant once, perhaps yesterday's story, perhaps the real dream. In this quiet night, I collect the passing memories, savor the loneliness, and lay a bridge of thoughts for the once possessed. In this quiet night, I pick up the fragments of youth, packing the emotion, for the past to weave the elegy of the years.
Forget about it, let the memories melt away in yesterday, let the thoughts annihilate in the past, fade away without a trace. A person is still fantasizing, still waiting. So, like a person with the words record thin sadness, with the words record light sadness. All of this will also have the indifference of time, more years of forgetfulness. Just like the memory of a flash in the pan, as my thoughts. It is also like that a touch of sunset afterglow, also as is my mood.
Time flows, people come and go, a person wants, a person walk, no matter how the years change, at least you have me, there is me, a real unchanging lover; years wasted, the fate of the gathering and dispersal of the fate of the people, a person wants, a person walk, no matter how the time changes, as long as you need me to tell me that I am willing to spend forever with you.
A person's feast, a person's loneliness, a person's wonderful. One-act play, no gorgeous stage, less sensational audience; can not find the right opponent, can not make up for the perfect dialogue, delusion of love to make up for all the mutilations ......
A person, a loneliness, a mood, open up the floodgates of emotion, ignited all the loneliness piled up behind the heap, release, and happy cheers! ......
Meet is fate or hijacking
The color is clear warm. The color is clear warmth.
I'm just tired of reading and don't want to talk. Please don't think too much. I am very tired.
Really a little tired. I don't have much energy.
Too much too much aggression choked the breath.
It's a state of apoplexy.
This is a lot of reluctance, this is a lot of disillusionment, all choked in the throat. Can not spit, can not swallow, just stubbornly choked there, a burst of pain until unbearable. Unspeakable, no way to vent.
The eyes were forced to red.
Dark clouds obscure the daylight. Darkness is blindness in the eyes. The desperation of this deafness.
Is there anyone you want to love but have not? There is no pain in loving what you should not love? There is no sorrow of losing oneself after deep love.
Is there anyone like me?
In the name of love, let yourself lose all perception.
The petals of the cherry blossoms are flying in the sky. It is the first time that I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love. The falling quartz all over the ground tells us that there are always things we can not bear ......
Tilting my head to look at the sky, stretching out my hand, wanting to touch that piece of azure blue, but the sky is out of reach. I had to stand still. Watching.
Forgot I was sleeping. Small art or light warm. People passing by, ah, in the occasional unintentional, you can ever see that person?
The appointment was made, when away from the happiness, come to pick up their own. So long ago, are you okay? Remember your vows?
Early childhood innocence and love to laugh at the girl. My heart had lived in the little man. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
A little touched by the rain.
The little twisted one no one hurts.
I am here with a smile on my face, throwing away my youth.
I met you. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. It's a good thing that you're not a big fan of this.
It's a good thing I'm here.