Love Diary

When I first saw you, I knew: If the time allowed, I would fall in love with you. At the same time, I also knew that I would never fall in love with you. To this day, I cannot love if I want to, and cannot see if I want to see. Whenever I am alone, an emotion begins to spread and slowly overwhelm me. Sometimes I smile silently, and sometimes burst into tears. This emotion drives me crazy and suffocates me. No one can share it with me, and there is no way out. I choose to write here. On the one hand, it is an outlet for catharsis. Outputting and sharing make me calm; on the other hand, I want to remember everything I have with you, especially my feelings. It has been too long since I laughed for someone or cried for someone. These experiences are of great significance to me, because although it is painful, at least it makes me know that I will still love, and I still have a heart that will hurt. Looking back many years later, I may laugh at my passion today, but who knows what will happen in the future? Maybe I still have a latent and weak hope that one day you can read and recognize my words. I dare not firmly say that I have never looked forward to a future with you, but I always feel that this road is too difficult to walk, and we are not people who can ignore everything for love. We always consider too many factors, be calm and rational, I like this about you, and at the same time, I hope you can be less rational for me. You see, life is always full of paradoxes. In the future, I may forget you, and you may forget me. I know clearly that love is often fragile. But no matter what, at this moment, and every minute and every second I write in the future, I am thinking about you, maybe thinking about you, or maybe resenting you, who knows?