There is a kind of love, which is obviously deep love, but the expression is imperfect.
There is a kind of love that you know you want to give up, but you are not willing to leave just like that.
There is a kind of love that you know is tormenting, but you can't let it go.
There is a kind of love that knows that there is no way forward, but the heart can no longer take it back!
Love is a slow poison. Unknowingly, it is seeping in bit by bit. By the time you discover it, it may be too late. That is a poppy that cannot be quit, beautiful and deadly! Hopeless!
She said she was not a person with a good memory. But when she really wanted to remember someone with her heart, he turned around stubbornly, leaving only a desolate back.
We agreed not to talk about tomorrow.
On the day I left, tears betrayed my eyes. She cried and told herself, "It doesn't hurt. It's not a big deal!"
It turns out that no matter how beautiful the fairy tale is, it is still a luxury. Happiness is like a dream. When you are close to heaven, you will wake up.
Who did you miss on the road to love? Who hurt whom?
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