Everyone always falls in love with someone when they are young. It has nothing to do with the result, it is just love.
Hug, love, and leave in the most ignorant days, and then pretend to be indifferent and continue life.
It's just that memory will quietly creep up from the window into the body on a quiet night, controlling all completed and unfinished memories, and quietly eroding the calmness in daily life that has been cultivated over the years.
How many people come and go, passing by, stopping at whose eyes, and how much courage there is to stay by whose side forever.
In 2005, I met a boy who talked nonsense and would pick his nails when he missed me. His name was Xiang Mo.
In 2012, Xiang Mo and I broke up quietly, and what might be called a love that ended without a problem finally disappeared.
I will fall in love with many, many people in my life, but I will never fall in love with any one as deeply as I loved him at the beginning. If feelings are like a glass of wine, then most of it has been drunk by him when it is the strongest. How can I make others drunk afterward.