No contact is our best relationship; no interference is my last tenderness; mutual forgetting is our best destination.
No contact is our best relationship; no interference is my last tenderness; mutual forgetting is our best destination. Our relationship is like a medium-rare steak, looking very delicious, but when you cut it open, you can still see the blood. But it's not raw, just not fully cooked.
After you leave, everyone I meet is better than you, and the degree of love I feel for them doesn't compare to you. Drinking lonely wine, blowing in the wind of freedom, waiting for a person with no fixed date, making dreams only for myself in my lifetime. Some people argue with you every day, but never blame you. Some people haven't even argued, but they've already disappeared into the crowd. It turns out, indifference is more terrifying than arguing.
In love, we're not all good actors. I can't hide my liking for you, and you can't play out enthusiasm. We like to admire stars but only watch from afar, like to reach for the wind but grasp at nothing, beautiful things like you, the more we want them, the more they slip away. In fact, what truly crushes you is often not those sudden disasters, but the thoughts that are buried in your heart, seemingly insignificant and accumulating over time,
I shielded you with an umbrella, lent you my shoulder, comforted you through long nights of crying, but you didn't love me. People say you should drink six-tenths of an intoxicating drink, eat seven-tenths of a full meal, and love with eight-tenths of a heart, but I always drink too much, eat too much, and love like a fool. You'll eventually fall for someone else, hold their hand, kiss their lips, and fall into their arms, and the words 'I love you' will eventually have nothing to do with me,
Love isn't a faucet that can be turned on and off, but like a battery, it gradually consumes itself, eventually exhausting all memories. In fact, everyone is flawed, those who love and cherish you don't matter to you, those who are cold as ice pursue you relentlessly, and in the end, it's always yourself who is wounded and scarred,
New shoes worn too long become old, the same song listened to too many times becomes boring, heartfelt words said too often become stale, and too much companionship loses its novelty, so I don't blame you. If we really can't be together, don't be sad either, lost things should be let go of naturally, turn away in a graceful manner, and there are many ways to turn away; entanglement is the least cool way,
It seems like this is always the case. Whenever we need someone to rely on, it's often just ourselves in the end. You suffer and bleed, you feel pain beyond words, and it's only your own pain. Others may sympathize, or sigh, but they'll never truly understand the extent to which your wounds have ulcerated,
Many people fall in love with one person out of loneliness, but more people are stuck in loneliness for a lifetime because they mistakenly fall in love with one person. I made plans to spend my whole life with you, and I also prepared for you to leave at any time—this is probably the best love view: sincere but not entangled. Loneliness without support is like waking up in the middle of the night with a stomachache, sweating cold, covered with clothes and hair, a dark and desolate scene, no one around, a hoarse voice unable to speak—no water, no medicine, no help,
Late-night negative energy makes you doubt your life, but during the day you laugh and live like a fool. Maybe this is life. From now on, let go of pretentiousness and loneliness, hide your true feelings, spend wandering and free days. You are my lost and uncertain dream, I am your dispensable person. After all, this arrow through the mountains and rivers is aimed at those who are passionate about love,
I used to love listening to words and songs, now I'm silent and unwilling to speak when I want to love. In love, there's no 'before and after', although I met you first, and you gave all your patience and gentleness to someone later. You earnestly said you liked white mountain tea, and happily put away other people's red roses. You said softly that you cherished me, and then impatiently fell in love with someone else,
I am Fatty, grateful for life, sharing happiness! Seriously answer every question, sincerely make friends with every friend, thank you for reading, if you agree, please forward and like, thank you for following the headline number: Fatty's love!
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