Valentine's day on February 20 14 18, exactly the same as in previous years. No confession, no flowers, only abuse. As I grow older, I feel that these festivals are getting farther and farther away from myself. Say you don't care, just don't want to let yourself have expectations and disappointment.

On that day, I opened the dusty letter I wrote to my favorite person a few years ago. At that time, love was really simple and pure, without any moisture. There is no reason to like someone, just because of him.

I thought, the worst result is rejection. At least I have worked hard for the person I like, with no regrets. Looking back at these letters that have been dusty for many years, I see my young self, silly and naive.

Perhaps it is because the confession and secret love in the first paragraph ended in failure, which led to the subsequent feelings always being swayed by considerations of gain and loss, unwilling to let others enter their own hearts, and afraid to enter others' hearts.

It took less than a year from confession to unrequited love. I once firmly believed that as long as I feel with my heart and manage with my heart, I can become beautiful. That seems to be all for now. Time is really a good thing, and it can really heal all broken hearts. When I saw the words I had written again, I lost my persistence and share. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't love anyone again.

Some people don't have time to say "hello, we know each other" when they meet.

Some people, we didn't have time to say "goodbye" at last, so we parted.

In 80 letters, when I opened them again, I saw a girl who only knew that she could wait for her lover's inner monologue as long as she persisted foolishly; One only cares about the process, not the result, and thinks that love is above everything else, and the rest are just clouds.

In this relationship, nothing is happier than the story of the princess and the prince. At the end of the story, I didn't touch each other, but I touched myself. He doesn't know that I have done these things for him. In fact, I don't think he will ever know! Because I haven't heard from him since. No matter where he is now, I hope he is all right.

Maybe feelings are like this! I don't know what happened, but it was deep. We don't know who will walk into our hearts when and where, and we don't know who we will walk into. You thought you wouldn't leave, but in the end you were forced to leave. You think the other person won't leave, and eventually they will.

Of course, the love in those days was also true. I thought I could tell him I love you out loud by writing 520 letters. I think I'll make him cry so that he can promise to be with me.

At that time, liking was very simple, just knowing that you loved someone very much. I don't care if he has money, a car and a house, or even if he loves me, as long as I love him. I just want to be in another corner of the world and like it silently. I dare not bother too much, I dare not greet too much, thinking that as long as I insist, I will wait.

Until today, in fact, I don't regret liking him. He is a part of my youth and a part that I will experience in my life. There is nothing to regret, everything is a necessary process in life.

The letter once wrote: if one day I really leave, it's not because you have no money, but because you don't understand my goodness and cherish me; If you can't give me love and bread, what will I insist on?

In the letter dated July, 2065438 1 1, I wrote that I once said this. In fact, I am just a sea in the corner of the world, just a corner of the world, neither deep nor shallow, neither sad nor happy, neither floating nor impetuous, and sometimes I don't even want to be asked.

You see, when you like someone, you can really feel inferior to the dust. I often say to myself, I like you, and it has nothing to do with you. I once said, "I need courage, waiting for you to surpass loving you." Every word, every sentence, is also sincere, without any moisture.

Now think about it, if one day we meet on the road, I think there should be no attachment to you. I only liked you then, but now we have all changed. I just want to say to you, "Thank you for being there. It turns out that I once liked someone so firmly. "

If you are secretly in love with someone at this time, you dare not confess. Then listen to your heart, love and let the other person know! As long as you have a clear conscience, it doesn't matter if you are rejected by the other party. Love must be said out loud, love is beautiful. If you don't love, don't procrastinate, lest you hurt each other and yourself.

Hello, I still believe in love. Honey, he hasn't come yet. I think he must be lost. I will wait for you here. I hope that when I meet you, I can understand each other's goodness and cherish the rest of my life.

Hey, man.

Come into my arms.

Or, let me live in your heart.

Silence, silence, happiness

Waiting for you for a long time

Do you like me?

Want to have something to do with me?

Then leave a comment and let me see what floor you are on.

Coming is fate, like, like.

May my words give you a little warmth.

May you get better and better in the future.

May we grow together in the future.

I will wait for you here.

Never leave or give up/never say goodbye.