I come from a small town that has been washed away by wind and rain, and I come from a very traditional family.
I met him by chance, but I didn't realize that my life would change forever when I saw you standing there.
I don't know that I will care, the air has gradually become a little special.
The second time we met, his eyebrows seemed to jump into the softest place in my heart.
I couldn't help but want to write and seal this moment forever.
But he pushed me away again and again, refused my brush, and refused my attempts to fall in love with him.
We are two lines that have to intersect in the project.
In countless overtime nights, arguing mornings, and silent afternoons,
He is as sensitive as an unhealed wound, fragile yet surprisingly frank——
He can always reveal the panic behind my smile and the cowardice behind my excuses.
It left me at a loss as to what to do and nowhere to escape.
But he is also like this,
He saw my fragility but never turned away,
Tear off my disguise but reach out to heal old wounds.
In his silent company and straightforward words, my heart moved a little bit,
A little bit of indulgence.
We are like two plants that have been exposed to rain,
Leaning on each other in the darkness, growing slowly,
Heal each other and illuminate each other.
But when I finally mustered up the courage to walk towards him,
But still couldn't see through his deep eyes——
What kind of thoughts are hidden...
Formerly low self-esteem, sensitive later, self-improvement, whimsical girl
Intent: Love is the ultimate form of salvation. It begins with mutual attraction, goes deeper than mutual healing, and ends with individual awakening.