Wedge
I don't know why there is such a thing as love in this world. It's very strange and fascinating.
I have never been exposed to love, not now, nor ever again.
This principle has never been broken by anyone so far.
I have seen many people tell me how beautiful and indescribable love is.
I don't believe what they say about the end of the world, and I don't like the busy world.
I hope to find a quiet corner to put my plain heart.
Nothing bad, just leave it at that.
Many people around me have met the people they love and entrust with their lives.
I also met a girl. She was very ordinary and could not be seen in the crowd.
But there is something magical about her that attracts me.
She is so different in my eyes.
Like me, she has a special hobby. She likes to get into the pile of books and never come out.
Every Sunday I go to Xinhua Bookstore and read books all day long.
For a moment, I felt like she and I were from the same world.
No matter how outgoing he pretends to be on the outside, he is still hiding in that quiet corner in his heart, not looking forward to talking to others.
She is very similar to me, yet different.
I began to covet every day, every minute, every second with her.
I almost thought I was in love with her.
But I don't understand, is that kind of feeling called love?
It's still called sympathy.
We are all the same kind of people, playing different roles in this diverse crowd.
Very tired, very helpless, with nowhere to escape, but struggling to hold on.
She and I may have become the most familiar strangers in this world.
I put my hands on the keyboard and vented wildly.
The rain in July is really cold when it hits people.